Chapter 1831

Chapter 1831

“Even I didn’t expect him to be this weak,” Grand Marshall Devick complained as she leaned back in the cracked remnants of Commandant Wick’s desk. She flicked her wrist, try to get rid of the coating of blood on her hands. Due to her thorough, hour-long lashing of her opponent, a large portion had dried, but a few drips were still flung across the torn carpet.

She pursed her lips in irritation as she looked at her speckled hands. “Wick? Cut off a portion of his uniform so I can clean my fingers.”

Commandant Wick trembled at her casual tone, but still walked across the destroyed remnants of his office to the whimpering, chained Grand Marshall curled up on the ground. Thick metal spikes protruded from the heavy chain, lodging themselves even more deeply into the flesh of the shark man. After scanning his uniform, Wick could only shake his head. “Unfortunately, Grand Marshal, he has stained his entire uniform with blood; there are no clean portions.”

“This is why fastidious men are the best,” Devick sighed. “Yet I’m surrounded by slobs. No matter. Come here, Wick. Because now it’s time to discuss something important. I hope you understood that this display wasn’t really about foolish Ellios.”

Another tremor ran through Wick’s body. But still he forced himself to walk forward and confront his superior officer. With deliberate slowness, she leaned forward and leveraged herself out of her leaned position using his desk. When she removed her hands, the overstrained desk collapsed into a pile of useless tinder. Then she reached out and pressed her hand against his neck, tightening a single finger at a time. Her red hair cascaded down her back as she stood and lifted Wick off the ground. “You... really decided to throw your lot in with this shit? You endangered the prestige of Military High Command for this man? Heh.”

Grand Marshall Ellios chose that moment to sob quietly, adding weight to her cruel intonation. Commandant Wick closed his eyes, very conscious of the fact that while painful, he didn’t need his air passage to breathe. Damnit, he was supposed to be stronger than you. How the hell are you so powerful when you jumped so quickly through image fulfillment to the Speculum tier?!?

If you don’t get it in a minute, you won’t get it in a lifetime, huh...

Devick’s bloodstained fingers tightened, indicating that the time for Wick considering had passed. Commandant Wick wheezed his words around her grip on his neck. “I considered this issue... beneath your notice... Grand Marshall.”

“Hmph, flattering me now?” Devick lowered Wick back to the ground and batted her eyelashes. Despite her words, Wick would never have survived without flattering her. “There is no way such a method would work. A powerful individual such as I would see right through such attempts to sway me. Ah, well, I suppose I can forgive you on behalf of little Iellaya. You cannot be entirely ineffective to have gathered such a follower... which reminds me. When are you going to devour this... Ghosthound? I assume he’s the one you’ve been grooming for the process?”

Commandant Wick bowed his head. “I am waiting for him to reach his full potential. Based on my observations, he will soon run into a wall. Due to my prior arrangements, I should feature heavily in his thoughts. The longer he obsesses over me, the easier the process will become.”

“Hmmm, well I can’t tell you much more without seeing him in person, and how stingy that you haven’t brought him here to meet me, but...” Grand Marshall Devick tilted her head to the side while looking at Commandant Wick. The pupil in her right eye steadily expanded, past even the limits of her iris, until her entire eye was black. Then she blinked. “There is something odd about your aura. If you don’t strengthen yourself soon, it will be too late.”

You monster. How can your eye see so much? Wick panicked inwardly but kept his face bereft of emotion. He bowed. “Thank you for your advice. I’ll begin making preparations at once.”

“See that you do,” Grand Marshall Devick sat back down, clearly losing interest in the subject. She stifled a yawn and then looked over to the front of your office. “Oh, and get rid of this man. I have a tea date with little Iellaya later.”

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Randidly stretched out his hand, throwing a tightly coiled pattern that would spring open upon contact. However-Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

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The whip condensed from the Grand Pattern whirled so quickly that none of Randidly’s own patterns could affect it. Any that neared it were blasted apart by the raw power of the rotation. Randidly’s eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch. As he watched the carefully crafted energy flow blasted to oblivion. Is this... what people feel like when they fight me and my powerful body...?

The shade waved her hand again and the wind whip flopped and smashed like a blind kraken. Randidly moved lightly, following his instincts. He leapt forward and unleashed a thrust. Acri whistled through the air and cut a chunk out of the side of the whip before Randidly’s momentum carried him past it. He didn’t slow down at all, building up some swirling patterns around himself as he glided across the ground and then bounced up over a wide sweep of the ground.

Synchronicity detected...

He sucked in a breath and licked his lips. Although his body had only a fraction of its normal power, the sense of speed Randidly experienced curled the edges of his mouth up. He leaned on his right leg and then rapidly redirected himself avoiding the wind whip. He squeaked by the shade’s weapon but again lost his patterns.

But watching his patterns being chewed to pieces got Randidly thinking.

Patterns don’t just have to be some esoteric shape, my body is the crux. Darkness swirled in one eye, emerald fire in the other. Put another way, everything I do physically can be expressed in a pattern. I don’t just need to rely on these small tricks-

His torso began to weave as he leapt up amongst the pyramids and bounded forward. His body began to overheat, even with the physical suppression. Part of it was the natural heat of his body’s engine, but part of it was his excitement, too. Under the constant pressure radiating out from the shade’s patterns, Randidly began to understand something. His bare feet kicked off the strange metal of the pyramids, making his movements abrupt and unpredictable.

In the end, the more powerful patterns can’t escape resembling images. Her power stems from the rotation of the whip. Suddenly the arrangement resembles a concrete object. Which brings power, but it’s also why she's only here, the tenth guardian. Because she ‘cheated’.

Fickle energy cannot clash against her directly. But my body can. And my body is part of my pattern. It becomes the keystone. The medium through which all the energy must pass. A constant amidst the infinite shifts-

Congratulations! You are creating a Skillset!

Warning, Your Skill Absolute Timing (Ru) is being absorbed into your Skillset. As this is a Class related Skill, some damage might result-

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Recalculating...

Congratulations! You have created the Skillset Moirae of Ripples (P)! Your Skill Cutting Tides of Amenonuhoko (T) has been added. Your Skill Philosophy within the Boundless Deluge (M) has been added. Your Skill Tempest Drill (A) has been added.

Congratulations! Your Skill Dodge has evolved into Unpredictable Eddy (L)! Skill Level has been maintained! Skill has been added to your Skillset Moirae of Ripples (P)!

Recalculating...

Your Skill Absolute Timing is resonating with your new Skillset!

Congratulations! Your Skill Absolute Timing (Ru) is experiencing an unusual evolution!

Congratulations! Your Skill Absolute Timing (Ru) has evolved into Motif of the Hungry Deep (P)!