Chapter 1352: Joining Hands (2)

Chapter 1352: Joining Hands (2)



Eofel.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" Rias asked. He paid keen attention to the fluctuations of the dreadful Undeath energy blasting from the far distance. To him, it was soothing and

warm.

Fulgardt laughed.

"Not a chance. I didn't realise it before my encounter with that brat, but that thing is here because of me," he said, grinning and tinkering with what appeared to be the open air above Rias. "It was me who gutted Aigas and exposed its precious past. Boron served his role only after I opened the path. It's all delicate Direction."

"I like your optimism." Rias took a deep breath. Fulina and Cyne standing by his side looked awfully shaken. No doubt, they didn't find as much comfort in the great pressure of Undeath streaming down from beyond as they did his, which was much more familiar.

He wished he could have told them not to worry, that everything would be fine if they placed their trust in him. He couldn't. He was merely a ghost of the man they had loved.

Fulgardt chuckled.

"Perfection," he said. "Your brand of optimism proved to be sweeter than mine. If that Undead Deity had made known its presence before, I might have never doubted you to begin with."

"I had my doubts too. Previous errors don't mean much now," Rias said, and he looked at Fulgardt's hands. "Is that requirement met yet or do we still need to venture into your Labyrinth somehow?"

Fulgardt seemed terribly pleased by the question.

"Who knows? Perhaps this is the perfect chance for Direction to show who it favours more."

***

After trapping the seven enemies in the prison of condensed Undeath essence, the great Doom Knight planted its sword into the ground.

Its directive echoed through its mind every ten seconds. Soumei was a very impatient Lich. Even with the guarantee that his minions would, without a shadow of a doubt, do as he bid, he felt the need to invoke in them all a spell that constantly reminded them what he wanted done.

As most of them barely had any sense of individualism, they could hardly get annoyed, but this particular Doom Knight felt the slightest twitch deep within his altered soul.

<HMMM.>

He gazed north, where he had been driven away by that mortal and Null Lifeform. There was no need to go there anymore since he had decided to claim this whole world for his master.

His gaze shifted upwards. The blaze in his sockets condensed and his vision pierced through the many layers hiding the domain of one of the Deities here. He saw her and the many mortals bowing before her, barely moving.

But curiously, not all of them were hunched in praise.

Without a nano-moment more wasted, Skullius let loose twenty-five [Elusive Meta Carvers] and twenty-five [Ruining Cutters] charged to the greatest output at the Doom Knight. The former were invisible, but the latter whistled against the air while drawing thin, sharp lines towards their target.

They met the Doom Knights armour... and barely made sparks fly from its exterior.

Skullius scoffed.

'If his armour is this powerful, I can't imagine how strong his Immortal Physique is,' Skullius thought. The damned thing, unlike most of the Cavern and Uyuniya must have had one. 'Oh

well.'

With that established...

Kenno appeared right in front of the Doom Knight - courtesy of Skullius' spatial prowess.

The Unlimited Star wore a bold grin.

'Thirty-third time's a charm,' he thought and then chanted:

"Majestic Territory Expulsion, Bandit King's Boundless Collection!"

And the Territory splashed out rapidly.

Because of the properties of Kenno's Territory, he designed it to be extremely large, as it had appeared when he rushed here with Araeyn. However, for the current plan, he made it as small

as possible.

It barely covered a fifty-meter radius from him and he only dragged within it, the Doom Knight, Skullius and Araeyn.

The Territory's Imaginary GeoScape formed for the 33rd time in front of the Undead creature, but it disregarded it. It instead focused on Skullius who immediately summoned all three of

his Phantasmic Retainers.

The Noboboyama, Spirit of Blind Drowning.

The Ororoborou, Mantle of Smiting.

And the strongest one, Gajjkav, Baleful Remembrance.

With all three formed, he immediately applied all the Seeds of the Fruit of World Myths he

had never used; those that hadn't been seen on Aigas in over four millennia!