‘For this creature to possess such a thing…’ Sause who had been paying attention to the fight thought. Ever since Skullius used a Veneration art, he hadn’t made any sudden moves as he wanted to assure that Benzard wasn’t attacked by Fulgardt’s remains instead.
Looking at Fulgardt’s hollow eyes made Sause twitch and shuddered but he had to.
Therefore, he and the corpse had been stationary while he continued to release stronger bursts of strength to keep the skeleton’s attention. This ultimately helped that skeleton which Benzard was fighting too, but he had no choice. Not when his powers were suppressed within this Labyrinth.
He could only observe and be surprised by Benzard’s opponent and his skillset. The skeleton, as he could only call it, was definitely weaker but tenacious.
He had thought that this was the younger challenger who had walked into the spiral grove doors, turning this way somehow, but the way the armoured skeleton fought was so different from the desperate young man whose every movement looked to be a pitiful try at clawing at a brutal destiny.
The thing it had pulled out now was an item only a few knew about, especially from his time. He could choose to warn Benzard about it but he decided not to.
After all… he had been wanting to see how the brown-haired man performed with his newfound power which would never be complete until he died. This was no longer a simple investment anymore. It was a legacy that he had to groom.
A quick sword decked in glorious and bright lightning razed through the air as it hurtled towards Skullius who had a faint shadow looming over his body from the item he had taken out.
All items he withdrew from storage would appear anywhere he wanted them to within a one meter radius of him with a thought, which was very convenient.
A large scroll was unfurled before the Penetrator, having a dark green colour and sentences of bright golden text that were overplayed by a complicated magic structure!
The scroll stood between him and the sword and when the weapon reached it, it… sunk into the scroll!
The bright golden texts over the surface of the scroll glowed as the entire item actually absorbed Benzard’s sword and dancing red lightning.
Benzard wore a shocked appearance as the attack he expected to do damage was actually thwarted so easily!
A scroll created by an ancient group of mages who thought of cultivating their own magic to be a taboo towards their favoured Deity, Suzamete. They chose to master inscription of the highest order, in their years managing to create a sequence of runes that could store any form of attack at the Incandescent Stage and below.
Stored attacks are kept in Stagnant Space and released at the user’s discretion at 10 times the power and speed with a 10% chance to incorporate any of the user’s attributes and traits over said attack at the moment of release.
Skullius looked at this with his socket flames flaring and he released an eerie cackle, his mind sending his command to the Chains of Damnation to storm towards his opponent!
In a flash, Benzard who was in mid-air found himself bound by the chains and in the next moment, he was reeled in at tremendous speeds!
The Chains of Damnation caused a cold and nerve wrecking pain to assault Benzard the moment they touched his skin!
It was like a seeping winter chill combined with constant beatings, just on the inside!
He screamed and momentarily lost his cool as this pain had been unexpected!
Skullius pumped Silentburn Levin into the Chains of Damnation, the entire area becoming dyed in a blue light as thick bolts visibly ran through the chains intending to incinerate Benzard!
Benzard’s memory of this lightning made him frown on top of the ugly expression he wore from the terrible pain but he had no intention of getting struck by it!
“Don’t underestimate me!” Benzard bellowed as his body pulled in the aimlessly wandering lightning and contained it in his body!
The veins in his body became visible from his skin as they carried bursts of lightning within them!
In the next moment, a radiant expulsion of light exploded outwards and his figure vanished from the captivity of the chains!
Before Skullius could even wonder where Benzard had flitted off to, a terrible pounding came from the back of his skull!
A fist charged with horrendous, condensed lightning struck him in the skull and he unceremoniously smashed into the ground with the same impact as that of a cannonball launching point blank into the hard earth!
Skullius felt his skull break apart, an portion of it being left open as the void that was within it was revealed!
‘This man actually shattered my dome! This is bad!’ Skullius thought as he tried to get back up but Benzard immediately pinned him down with his knee and his radiant arm flashing with red lightning above his bright look!
‘This guy will really kill me at this point!’ Skullius thought. He knew what he needed to do but he hesitated.
HE JUST HAD TO PUT ON THE GODDAMN HELMET!
The helmet… was atrocious!
Yet… he had no choice.
He didn’t know who the Null Devil was, but Skullius put meeting this guy as a priority and having a serious bro to bro discussion!
Let with no choice, Skullius summoned the helmet which immediately covered his head just in time to block the thunderous fist which came down to finish him!
Benzard was once again shocked!
This tall undead or whatever managed to react to his deadly moves each time!
He had been too shaken to use his stronger moves before as it involved getting closer to Skullius which passively dealt him damage through [The Forge] but now, he had decided to go with a speedy attack in hopes that it would work better.
Without his sword, he didn’t have much of his move set and worse yet…
The sweat and burns that were continuously appearing on his body were a testament to the fact the skill, [The Forge] was biting at him still!
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Despite his ferocity!
The moment he had taken the opportunity to appear behind Skullius, the view of the volcanic hellscape had appeared, the intense heat not showing mercy to him at all!
‘I’ll finish it! I can’t be defeated by mere heat and stand proud as a warrior!’ he thought as he punched into Skullius again, his mind conjuring the image of a burning settlement that he was all too familiar with!
Skullius’ armoured skull which was facing downwards, dug into the shattered floor!
Benzard punched into him again, the ground rippling, trails of lightning racing outwards while the helmet started showing signs of damage!
As he raised his fist to deliver another blow, a thick coagulation of mana in the air stopped him!
He looked up and saw a massive, dark thundercloud swirling above him with a bursts of lightning that had a gradient of two shades of blue squirming within it!
In that instance where he looked up, the thick Chains of Damnation wrapped around his body firmly while the figure of Skullius suddenly turned and gripped him tight, with its armoured arms!
When Benzard looked at Skullius’ face, he couldn’t help but shudder!
Even he emitted a perturbed ‘urgh’!
A deformed face design lay at front of the helmet; two eyes that were in no way symmetrical or aligned swirling on the face of the armour in circles constantly like leaves in water while emitting a dull blue light, a sickeningly grinning mouth with razor sharp teeth at the bottom remaining in its spot!
The final touches were a soft smoky vortex and two horns that were on either side of the helmet, in different asymmetrical positions!
This is what Skullius feared about the helmet. There was a way to make it look better but it was too much of a hassle!
Benzard tore himself out of his stupor and started to generate more red lightning, but unfortunately, his opponent wasn’t fazed!
The billows of clouds above gathered the Silentburn Levin at the very centre, Benzard beginning to lose his cool as he found that getting out of this hold in the short run was impossible!
Skullius brought his armoured face up to Benzard’s and cackled loudly with pure joy.
“You’re about to die, just like Reon and Denille,” he said, having remembered the names of the people who wanted to use him and throw him away. “I enjoyed fleshing them up but you… I’m going to enjoy killing a sockethole like you the most!”
No way! It couldn’t be!
The last part to what Skullius said wasn’t true as he didn’t hate Benzard the most but it would do well to strike a final dash of fear. At least he thought it would.
At that moment, a powerful skill was unleashed, packing tremendous bursts of Silentburn Levin and bringing them down with true penetratory intent over the two bodies below!
Fulgurous Space Virulence!