Chapter 1213: The One Left Standing (27)

Chapter 1213: The One Left Standing (27)



(A/N: I made a minor change to Skullius' Territory name.)

Jiggorrhax swatted away the tiny, yet extraordinarily powerful creature that was pushing him high into the sky. His rising velocity immediately fell, and he spun while rearing his head back to look at the new enemy.

Red Rage was wrapped in a vibrant, intense brilliance that disallowed those without advanced sight from seeing his true likeness. Just this quirk alone was already enough to suggest that in terms of power, he was in a league most living things in this world wouldn't be able to reach.

Jiggorrhax recognised this, but his attention was quickly stolen by what was happening below.

A mass of darkness was spreading like a plague, eating a massive chunk of Pelian to create a proud, intimate world.

The sight brought no small amount of annoyance to the dragon.

Right then, the Noboboyama coating him like armour suddenly fizzled out and scattered, leaving his majestic, scaled figure on full display.

The Herald scoffed.

'IT SEEMS HE HAS NO NEED FOR ME ANYMORE. I SHOULD HAVE REALISED SOONER.'

Jiggorrhax had seen the madness of Fulgardt in full despite never once contending against it in person. The Deities had always insisted that he was unneeded against the Immoral despite their vessels falling against Fulgardt's forces during the Second Grand War.

The dragon hadn't known why he wasn't allowed to participate. This cultivated no small degree of frustration within him when he watched the atrocities of the mad man. However, his grievances with the Immoral had soon been washed away when the threat of outsiders had befallen Aigas. They had been much greater foes than the Immoral. They were greedier. They were creepier. They were many.

It was only for this reason that Jiggorrhax, in the present time, had fallen for Skullius' claim that Replicus was an outsider, and that he would help defeat him. Against threats from outside worlds, Jiggorrhax was indeed willing to cooperate with anyone with the means to assist. Surely, that was reason enough for him to temporarily place his trust in Fulgardt as an ally, right?

But he had been wrong and he had slowly begun to piece things together.

'Fulgardt' had spoken to the 'outsider' as if they were well acquainted, however hostilely.

Above that, the 'outsider', while indeed having other odd powers, had quite a deep knowledge on the powers encrusted in Aigas. How he used some of his skills, how his mana cores churned, how they glowed, how he understood the threat of Territories enough to stop them from even being cast...

It was fishy.

The fact that Jiggorrhax could sense Skullius' mana signature all over in the form of the Soul Spawn corrupting innocent lives also made him stop and reevaluate his stance.

This was why he had begun to attempt to converse with Replicus, asking if he was an anomaly. This, to the dragon, would make the most amount of sense considering how unusual Replicus' powers were. In that case, perhaps, the anomaly wasn't the enemy, and the enemy was in fact...

"Scaled Elder..."

Jiggorrhax turned as he suddenly heard a voice call from above. Only he among those here could be called a 'Scaled Elder.'

The dragon's purple pupil saw the hazy figure of a familiar individual; a familiar Giant. "SAUSIFILLIS?"

And indeed the ethereal projection was Sause.

The Giant wore a solemn look, one he had never worn in front of anyone but his Elders.

"Please... This is not your fight," he said.

The great pupil of Jiggorrhax quivered.

There was a pleading, sorrowful look in Sause's eyes.

"Please..."

***

Replicus snorted and then he smirked.

"Sure. But you do realise that this Territory will soon be mine, right?" he said.

Skullius took a small bow.

"Ah, I'm not sure you mean that. After all, I haven't introduced you to its contents," he said, and suddenly, the darkness around them turned a little lighter, revealing the heavily-shaded mansions of the Bryne Estate, the procession of darkened trees... and the thousands upon thousands of people who had been camping on the grounds. They too were decked in black, golden-white halos hovering above their heads.

At once, Replicus' expression changed, wiped of all its mockery.

This...

"Still drooling for it? I picked up this neat idea from this Sif fellow, Benyn. He embossed his Territory on the surroundings, making sure any effect he cast was applied on them," Skullius

explained.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.944).

Replicus was astonished.

In practice, it was probably harder than it looked to merge an Imaginary GeoScape with the outside world seamlessly, especially when living things were being included into the Territory from the outside, like how Skullius had done!

"Of course, my aim isn't anything ordinary. You see, it was rather difficult, making a smaller

version of what I accomplished in the Labyrinth of the Yoke with a mere Territory, but I did it.

My intellect made it through into this body - the bit of you I have doesn't contribute much, if anything," Skullius added on.

Right then, the shadowed bodies floated up into the air and each of them was immediately transformed into the CREATURE, two swords appearing in their hands!

"I have a lot of restrictions when using the Slow Ghost Divine Sword Art and CREATURE simultaneously. I can only make six ghosts blessed with that power of [Evil Darkness]. But here... I am free. The victims I bring into the Territory give me that freedom," the Hybrid

Luman declared, and his thousands of CREATURES flexed their bodies, adjusting to themselves to their varying physiques.

Some of them didn't turn into the CREATURE. They transformed into the Stolen Angel,

prompted by the same Divine Sword Art.

Replicus scowled.

This was... nasty.

"But this isn't all," Skullius said and he pointed up at the massive gem above him. "This

catacomb may be aphotic, but that doesn't mean it refuses to bless those that need

enlightening!"

The gem suddenly shone brighter than before, but its light didn't illuminate the Territory's

aspects; not Skullius, not the CREATURES, not the twisted arm, or the PHANTASMIC

RETAINERS.

No.

It only shone over Replicus and began to overwhelm all of his defenses!Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om