Chapter 1354: Dance of the Thousand Levin-Born!

Chapter 1354: Dance of the Thousand Levin-Born!



Araeyn's abilities had always been geared towards transposing Null dimensions over pieces of the wider reality before Skullius had reached Tier 4, as his name - the Astute Duke of Traversal - suggested. After he evolved along with his master, however, he acquired the ability to create mini gateways towards these Null Remnants, and with an AUTHORITY, he was allowed to govern them all as he pleased with only a limit of time being the caveat.

He was only allowed full control of a single Null Remnant for thirty minutes by Aigas standard, and this ability cost an outrageous amount of Null Life Essence to use.

Araeyn, now changed into the race, Authority of Dimensions, also had the passive ability to scroll all the known Null Remnants and their characteristics.

It was not random coincidence that this place, the Miscarried Levin Compound Islands were his choice. It was a decision that was made with Skullius' arsenal of Treasures in mind.

...

When the Hybrid Warmoth unleashed the Charged Mantle, Dance of the Thousand Levin- Born, the first stage of the plan began.

The Charged Mantle was something like a large scroll. As it was unfurled, the Runes drawn on its face sparked and spilled an army of Penetrators!

They numbered a thousand, and were of a great variety; Skullius would have never known some of the Penetrator types if not for this!

Some had dark clouds billowing around them like the Eternal Storm Veil Penetrator, and others only had flashes of Levin silently sparking within their sockets with nothing of note to their other humanoid, or animalistic parts. Some were large, some were small. Some were mere bones, and some were creatures with flesh, decked in archaic armour. Some were roaring, eager to be fed to battle, and some were silent, their eyes honing in on the enemy. There were the Crazy Expenditure Penetrators, the Garbed Penetrators, the Golden Order Penetrators, the Measured Ascension Penetrators, the Archfiend Warlords and so many more! Every single one of them was fearless, and every single one of them was powerful, extremely powerful.

Skullius saw that the least among them was Tier 38 while the strongest was Tier 129.

As frightening as these numbers were, though, they didn't mean all that much. The quality of a race was what determined their strength, rather than their tier. Yet still, a fair number of these creatures were Divine and Skullius saw that a majority of those kind were a peculiar bunch of Penetrators layered with Runes all over their half-meaty bodies.

They were Runes different from what he had used before.

'I have no time to waste.'

"ATTACK!" he commanded the Penetrators.

"UUUUUOooooOOOOH!" they cried and streaked towards the Doom Knight. Some turned into bolts of Levin and rode the clouds while others simply charged, using the air as footing.

'Go crazy, Araeyn,' he sent the mental command.

The Apostle, hidden in the folds of the space in the Miscarried Levin Compound Islands acknowledged.

He had full control over the realm from the ground, to the skies and whatever was beyond even that. He exercised that control to the point of abuse. Even a Deity trapped in the Null Remnants could be toyed with.

The Doom Knight was suddenly hooked by an unseen force and dragged upwards at a speed far surpassing what even Skullius could perceive.

What received it was the great, odd, misshapen sun that had been giving light to the cloudy environment below - a blue sun with a fierce heat more than five times greater than the sun blessing Aigas!

As soon as the Doom Knight was devoured, Araeyn closed his palm in a harsh gesture... and the sun collapsed in on itself.

The explosion came down with the force of hundreds of worlds dropping from the sky. It was fire, scorch, death and torment, melting everything it touched... even time and space. It came in heaps and flares spreading far and wide.

Many great, glowing chasms of no less than forty thousand kilometres were carved into the ground, their ends unseen. The realm shuddered. It was the end of all.

Yet neither Skullius, Araeyn nor the Penetrators were concerned with this at all. They were concerned with the state of the Deity. It was still far from dead, of course. It hadn't fallen with the blazing wreckage. Its armour, white hot - but completely unharmed - and stained with molten lava and charred concepts, issued terrible plumes of smoke as it floated high up, behind it the glaring light of the continuing chaos it had just escaped.

It looked thrilled. The flames in its sockets were lit like bonfires.

'Yes, yes. Keep underestimating us.' Skullius thought from the ground.

Yes, it was imperative that the Doom Knight keep toying with them. After all, a large-scale ability like Araeyn's was sure to make it feel like it could discern all they had planned.

The Hybrid Warmoth grinned.

His nimbus was eagerly analysing the Doom Knight's prowess, but its part to play in this bout

had not yet come.

For now, it was the turn of the Elder Sages of Penetration to strut their stuff and add value to

the distraction.