Chapter 233: Two Of A Kind(2/2)

Chapter 233: Two Of A Kind(2/2)

Why did they stop moving? Ria asked.

Maybe they realized that if they keep attacking me, I might run away, so theyre doing this to trick me into staying here. Competent units might be mere seconds away, Sylver said, as he adjusted his jaw until it stopped clicking when he spoke.

In the background, the shades continued lifting and carrying the motionless Krists over to Sylver.

Sylver flinched as a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, and silently disappeared into the mushroom funnel.

26, Sylver whispered to himself.

You said not to count them? Ria asked.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

26 lightning bolts. And these arent your usual background noise lightning bolts, these are the type that leave massive craters filled with boiling rock! Sylver mumbled towards Edmunds coffin.

By this point in time, the wind was so powerful that Sylver should have been sent flying away, just about every tree near him had been uprooted and sucked into the air.

Thankfully, he had magic at his disposal, as did Mora. The mushroom platform was quite literally rooted into the ground and was then further aided by Sylvers magic.

Sylver waited for the 27th bolt of lightning to strike before he walked over to Edmunds coffin and opened it.

As he gently lifted the lid he felt a familiar mixture of numbness, heat, and prickling on his face. Inside the coffin, a nude boy was laying in a large pile of ashes. His skin was pitch black, with glowing cracks spread out all over his body, as if he was a hollow wooden puppet, burning from the inside.

Very slowly, Sylver reached out with his hand and wiped the ash off Edmunds forehead.

Why does he look like a child? Ria asked, as Sylver ever so gently brushed more of the ash away and revealed more glowing cracks on Edmunds nose and cheeks.

There was a smile on Sylvers face, but his eyes were wide in horror.

Its his bloodline magic. The healing process makes him age backward But if he was an old man when he died, just how much healing did he need to get this young? Sylver asked as he leaned forward slightly, to see the shape of the crack on Edmunds other cheek.

To most people, the various cracks appeared to be nothing more than random tears in Edmunds skin, and for the most part, they were right. The pattern was never the same, but because Sylver had been around Edmund for as long as he had, he had learned to match the style of the cracks, with the magic Edmund was casting.

Sylver reached out towards Ria, and she yelped in surprise as he grabbed her. While Mora prepared to take off, Sylver kicked the coffins lid shut with his foot, and using [Fog Form] materialized directly on Moras back.

With the strength of an enchanted crossbow, Mora was flung high into the sky, directly towards the middle of the storm, which had been slowly inching towards Edmunds mushroom platform.

The wind was largely ignored, as was the lightning bolt that tried to hit her, as Mora rose higher and higher into the sky, and in a matter of seconds, broke through the dark storm clouds, and was blinded by the unbearably intense sunlight.

Thankfully, she knew what Sylver knew, pushed past her discomfort, and continued going higher and higher. With each second there was less and less air for her to control, and use as a steppingstone, as Sylver channeled every drop of his mana into her and hoped his ribcage was as indestructible as the description suggested.

He felt a sort of shiver in the nearby primal energy touching his primal energy field and quickly moved Ria so her folded-up staff was pressed up against his chest, while Mora maneuvered herself so her core was directly in front of Sylvers small inner ribcage.

Ria said something, but Sylver was too preoccupied with making sure his ribcage was angled to create as much blocking area as possible to hear her.

The storm clouds blocked out the initial flash of light, but even with what little air there was this high up, Sylver still heard the unique crackle Edmund was famous for.

He flexed his abdominal muscles and shattered two outer ribs. Instantly Sylver was surrounded by an assortment of camping equipment, but more importantly, he had a large block of water, and a similarly large block of [Necrotic Mutilation] liquid flowing to his exposed back.

Sylver used what little mana he had left to move the liquid armor into place, but it was burned away before it even started to solidify.

He clutched at Ria, and Mora, who was hiding inside her larger body, and even as his shoulders became detached from what remained of his torso, he forced his hands to remain as they were.

Few languages have the proper vocabulary to accurately describe the sheer scale and terror of being surrounded by invisible heat. Sylvers heads didnt even have time to melt, they skipped that step and quite simply turned into a gas, that was just as quickly blown out of Sylvers reach.

She was about the size of an apple, a 7-legged pearl white arachnid, with a round abdomen, and a coin-sized head.

So, he can manipulate entropy? Ria asked.

It isnt as straightforward as I make it sound, or as convenient, but basically yes, Sylver answered.

In the same way a single speck of dust can be obvious on a well-polished mirror, so was the coffin Edmund had been carried in.

As was the pale-skinned boy standing next to it, gazing up at the sky.

[A skill similar to [Appraisal] has been successfully blocked!]

Cant have a face if you dont even have a head.

[Piss Off Eat Shit + Cunt 261]

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[MP: ??? ???%]

[Stamina: ??? ???%]

[Corpse Unique]

[Soul Unique]

[A skill similar to [Appraisal] has been used!]

Sylver was surprised to feel a shiver pass through his body, mostly because the piece of him that was left didnt have anything even remotely close to nerve endings. Luckily for him, the system wasnt interested in what Sylver didnt have and provided him with the impossible feeling anyway.

As they continued to fall, Ria transformed back into a 3-pronged staff, and at Sylvers suggestion, Mora jumped onto her. About 100 feet off the ground, Ria stopped falling, and hovered, while Sylver continued to fall downward.

He landed on the clear, mirror-smooth glass with a faint clink, as his shadowy feet absorbed what little impact Sylvers 5 or so kilograms of mass had accumulated from falling.

In front of him, stood a shirtless boy, with trousers made out of what looked like finely ground coal.

Sylver and the young man stood where they were and simply stared into each others eyes.

It was dead silent, what little wind there was couldnt find anything to brush against to make a sound, the sun was searing Sylvers shadowy body, and even without a nose, Sylver could smell the unmistakable scent of ozone.

You look good the young boy said, with such a familiar cadence that it caused the tiny part of Sylver that was still alive to develop tear ducts, and then immediately put them to use.

The ancient lich tried to respond with something, but every time he tried the words got caught in his metaphorical throat.

The two continued to silently stare at each other.

They both discovered that they didnt know what to say.

Since the moment they became friends, they had never really been separated. They had never bothered with hellos or goodbyes, and now Sylver didnt want to greet the man, because that would be admitting that they had been separated.

As usual, Ed was the first to start walking, and a half moment later, Sylver began to walk towards him too.

Both ancient beings tried not to cry as they approached each other, and both failed as their relieved nervous laughter gradually shifted into an almost childlike weeping, as the two embraced one another in a hug.