Chapter 1351: Joining Hands! (1)

Chapter 1351: Joining Hands! (1)



<MASTER SOUMEI WILL BE EQUALLY DELIGHTED IN YOU AS A PRIZE, OR PERHAPS MORE THAN HE REGARDS THIS RICH WORLD.>

There was something about deific power that transcended even something like a language barrier. But of course, it was only natural. Becoming a Deity meant being greater than the sum of many worlds and their concepts.

Skullius' face hardened, but he wasn't too dismayed.

It was all but obvious, given what the Repented Lich Soidon had told him about the true power of Liches, that this Doom Knight was under the charge of one. And it was also obvious that it too would be attracted by his Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz.

But Aurolio, far from looking as shaken as Elita, Uyuniya and even the Doom Knight, laughed.

He had been watching Skullius closely, silently. He had gleaned much, including the funny fact as his offhanded statement from before had suggested - that literally everything was revolving around the Hybrid Warmoth.

And that was the reason he had dived in to 'save' Skullius from Void.

Wherever Skullius was, there was ample opportunity for humility and growth.

But the Hybrid Warmoth hadn't been oblivious to the pale man's attention to his every move. In a way, they both shared a sense of cool calm. After all, even when a Deific Undead minion had resolved to take him on, Skullius was unconcerned.

It wasn't the first time someone much stronger than him had decided to kill him.

He instead focused on the threads of Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz swirling around his fingers. Aurolio paid them great attention too.

But then...

Aurolio gave the iron a tap with his foot.

"Sturdy," he said to Kenno. "But I doubt it will hold for long."

The Unlimited Star turned to Skullius. He had similar doubts. Skullius knew this.

"What I'm aiming for won't take long. Hopefully," he said, and in a blink, he had teleported everyone - including Elita and Uyuniya - high into the air. (The still unconscious Sila was held up by Araeyn.)

Uyuniya seemed to have an opinion about the abrupt teleportation, but...

"Boss!" Kenno cried. Skullius had already perceived IT. In fact, he had hoped for the enemy to be prompted to make the first move because of his choice to move everyone into the sky.

Quite lackadaisically, the Doom Knight raised one of its hands and made a claw gesture at them from the ground.

<CAPTURE.>

There was a dreadful pulse of Undeath the likes of which Skullius had never felt before. He felt the Rules around them get eroded and corrupted, and like burning hairs, they coiled and broke. Space receded around the group and shattered, leaving the mix of Stagnant Space and the darkness of the void. But then even that was forced away.

Undeath energy condensed into a prison around the seven and while surrounded on all sides by darkness, they were trapped in crimson.

The prison was shaped like an irregular nonagonal prism from the outside, shiny and sturdy. It hardly had enough space for the seven, but it contained them all the same. Skullius gave a chuckle. For an instant, he was tempted to transform into his War Body. "This sockethole is really underestimating us," he said. He was sure the damn thing was all too pleased with itself. To be sure, this prison was likely to be extremely tough, Skullius new, but he was all too sure this wouldn't hold him if he really wanted to break out. Raw Null Life was superior to raw Undeath, after all.

He was happy to see that Uyuniya felt the same. The scowl on her face brought out the beauty in her furious, three-pupiled eyes. Well, he imagined it did. Her face was hidden. Skullius turned to her and Elita, positioned oddly above him, Aurolio and Kenno in the prison.

"Now, surely, I think we can agree that our ideologies may not align, but when something as dreadful and arrogant as an Undead Deity makes the effort to trample its fellow anomalies, that might be cause enough to join hands, is it not?"