Chapter 2281

Chapter 2281

Randidly’s skin crawled as the enemy appeared behind him, but he didn’t panic. Bits of shattered stone still tumbled through the air from his dramatic arrival and already he needed to clear this hurdle. While that strange watcher of the Cult of the Savior appeared behind him, he pulled deeply from his emotional sea and unleashed three of his images in tandem. Hypothetical Gaze that Consumes the Universe. Nyx’s Successor Births Fate.

Darkness Withers the Sky and the Waiting Carrion Grins.

Congratulations! Your Skill Darkness Withers the Horizon and the Waiting Carrion Grins (T) has grown to Level 976!

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Congratulations! Your Skill Darkness Withers the Horizon and the Waiting Carrion Grins (T) has grown to Level 988!

Congratulations! Nyx’s Successor Births Fate (GD) has grown to Level 1030!

A horrid chimera manifested in the space behind the attacker, armed with the hungry and insidious gaze of the Stillborn Phoenix, the cataclysmic promise of Nyx’s whisper, and the viciousness and bloodthirstiness of the beast that lurked in the canopy of the World Tree. The watcher shivered and jerked sideways and Randidly offered a predatory smile over his shoulder.

The being twisted, trying to slip in between the fabric of the shadow and the ground, vanishing into the veins of the base. But the carrion being crowed its amusement as it shuffled forward, all feathers and the smell of rot. It reached out with taloned hands and tore into the flesh of the Cult of the Savior’s assassin.

Congratulations! Your Skill Darkness Withers the Horizon and the Waiting Carrion Grins (T) has grown to Level 989!

At the last moment, it seemed to realize the being couldn’t escape the haunt of Yggdrasil easily. To its credit, it then acted decisively. It wheeled around and raised its curved scythe, determined to strike a vicious retaliatory blow. Although Randidly wouldn’t describe the effect as luminous, the strange energy it gathered around its weapon did resemble light. A milky, pale light that he had only seen coming as wisps over the horizon, before pure light arrived to burn the pretenders away.

The fingers of the carrion wriggled and sank more deeply into the target, leading to that light faltering just as soon as it had come. Yet it swung a vicious weapon at Randidly’s back, despite its deepening wounds.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

Randidly smirked. You are going to regret lashing out while wounded. Marred Yet Reliable Foundation of Yggdrasil. Diffracted Corruption of the Avaricious Impossibility. Cloak of Utter Night.

The base layer was his body, refined with new anchors and polished flesh to be impossibly durable. Then came a layer of pure corruption, the shroud of the Stillborn Phoenix’s event horizon which could warp time, space, and energy. And finally, Randidly wrapped himself in the inky inviolability of the deep night.

When the scythe with its weakening light sunk into those defenses, it barely managed to cut through the thick substance of night. In the face of the distorted layer of corruption, it could advance no further.

Congratulations! Your Skill Darkness Withers the Horizon and the Waiting Carrion Grins (T) has grown to Level 990!

Randidly lowered himself into a three-point stance, the toes of each foot and the knuckles of his left arm pressing against the ground. He used the other hand to reach down and squeeze the harpoon-spear version of Acri, wrapped around his waist. The weapon trilled, understanding his intentions immediately.

Both Elhume and the Prophet stopped speaking, looking with alarm at the sudden shift.

From the Alpha Cosmos, the other two pieces of the transformed Acri emerged. The heavy spearhead, the glittering blade as large as a gravestone, cracked the reinforced ground with its weight. The articulate, thorny tentacle’d Thorn imitation rolled and climbed up, wrapping its base tightly around Randidly’s waist. Then its long appendages began weaving themselves together into a resilient, massive single cord.

Every muscle in Randidly’s body burned, with excitement, violence, and anticipation. He had practiced this form before, but never had the opportunity to use it against a genuine foe. But now, he wanted to strike decisively, especially against Elhume. He needed overwhelming physical force.

A blow so decisive the fist-user would be cowed. At least for a little while after such a loss, his image wouldn’t be a threat to Randidly.

While the vine body finished weaving itself into a tail, Randidly unleashed his image physicalizations. This display placed quite a bit of strain on the Stillborn Phoenix, but it bore it well enough as it condensed in the hole in Sulfur’s palm, his left hand transforming into an event horizon.

Randidly’s back arched and then flexed. He gritted his teeth in displeasure as gnarled, sharpened roots forced themselves out of the thick muscles of his back, bare branches stretching wider and wider into a horrid approximation of wings. Shadows flickered along their length, the currently well-fed carrion skittering happily back and forth.

His body became the Dread Homunculus, all intensity and armored joints, a being designed to shatter the limit of the possible. His skin darkened into an armored substance, glistening and deadly in the dark red flashing coming from the humanity ritual.

As he remained crouched there, his three images singing together, Acri used the massive appendage to pick up the third of his three pieces, the massive spearhead. The Dread Homunculus looked forward with focused eyes, one of its hands a swirling, blank oblivion. Vicious-looking roots stretched out from his back into the vague approximation of featherless wings.

And a massive scorpion’s tail swayed above his head. This was his most monstrous form, all his transgressions made physical.

A split second before Randidly moved, Elhume seemed to finally realize how serious a situation it had become. “You mean to-”

When Randidly moved, the ground shattered. His left hand led his back, the event horizon shredding through the intervening space to assist in his deceptively immediate acceleration. He didn't pull any emotional affect from his emotional sea, because his whole being focused on the channeling of energy. He was image physicalizations and momentum, nothing more. Neveah had to reach through him, keeping his storm of kinetic force in the proper rotation, nudging the energies swirling around that clay body in order to avoid it all collapsing.

Opposite him, Elhume straightened. He had just enough time to pull back a fist and throw it forward, his image of the void flaring and expanding into a destructive squall. He trusted Randidly too much; he didn’t hold anything back.

Randidly’s scorpion tail, the massive Acri portion shooting forward, ghosted out to meet the punch. There wasn’t a collision, just a vicious severing.

Elhume’s right arm tumbled through the air and bounced off the ground. Blood leaked out of the torn flesh and dribbled across the clay body of humanity.