Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1538: Marked For A Surprise!

Sometime after Skullius and Darwel sealed the deal...

Suzamete was taken aback by Skullius’ suggestion.

Following the preparations to do with the result of his and Darwel’s activities, the Deitess had paid the Hybrid Warmoth a visit so that they could have a little chat about the full scope of his plans. The first thing Skullius said baffled the Deitess. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d heard him right, after all, the jumbled mess of futures she could see had not shown her something like this.

<Are you certain?>

Skullius frowned. "What do you mean, am I certain? Shouldn’t you be furious, or at least pretending to be? These are your people."

Suzamete couldn’t bring herself to be abrasive when she normally would be when Skullius began on this trend of questioning her sense. In this case, she considered how ironic it was that Grim, Yuyui, and the guardian beasts had questioned her about the same thing earlier.

<I can’t be furious. I do that all the time and for less... noble reasons than your own. If this will help you beat Fulgardt, I will support you. But as you said, randomizing the process will make the effect much better.>

Skullius considered the Deitess for a few moments. "Good then. But a few steps need to be taken before this one. First, we need to split Fulgardt and Rias. I couldn’t imagine fighting them together."

<You mean you couldn’t bear to fight Fulgardt and Actuass together.>

"Whatever," said Skullius, and he scowled. "Both socketholes are unpredictable, Fulgardt moreso, I think."

<Fair enough. I could create a barrier that would last long enough, provided that you don’t give either Fulgardt or Rias time to break it.>

"That’s not a problem. I plan to have Kintar, Sila, and Uyuniya deal with Rias. I’m pretty sure that older clone of mine will bring back Elita, Aurolio, Kenno, and Araeyn back soon enough. They’ll join the fight. I get the feeling they will be much-needed assets against that kid." Skullius sighed. "Kintar would explode if she heard me say this though."

The vessel Suzamete was inhabiting nodded. <And the next steps?>

Skullius crossed his arms.

"Everything else needs to lead up to the catalyst. I used the same trick on Fulgardt in Maqi. He’ll be keen to avoid it, I’m sure. But with a bit of help, I can land the blow when he lessens his guard by some margin."

<How do you intend to do that? However much you might hate him, don’t think Fulgardt will give you the chance to get one over on him. He will not underestimate you.>

"I know," said Skullius, and he chuckled. "Believe me, I know. That’s why I’ll engage him in crafts I know he’s superior in than me for a start. I don’t intend to lose, but... well, realistically, without pairing my hand-to-hand combat with other skills and Andori, I’ll probably be the sockethole’s feed."

<And you think he’ll let his guard down?>

Skullius gave a little smirk. "In truth, it doesn’t really matter even if he doesn’t. As long as I hide my trump cards well..."

***

Present time.

Invisible pennons of flame warped space, so hot they began to evaporate the ocean a gallon by the microsecond. Somehow, they lit up the night and sent shrieking shockwaves blasting in all directions. The flames had nailed the two combatants, both Insurgent Magni.

Beyrmir had been waiting for the signal. He had long flown over to Edagon before Skullius and had been hovering above it since while utilising the property of one of his six Classes: the Spirit Walker.

The Class, much like the [Pseudo Spirit Walker’s Hide] which Ferex wore, gave its user the ability to escape the notice of most beings. Because this was a Null Life Class, its quality was a lot higher than what most Hidden Classes on Aigas could offer; it could even affect Divines given the right circumstances.

The Mercurian Long Snout Legend, Beyrmir, had his crocodilian maw opened wide, firing an obscene amount of Clear Fire, all that he could manage in an instant. His accuracy with the fire was supreme. Even though he also hit his master with the flame, only Fulgardt was torched. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Of course, the Immoral was unbothered by the fire. Through the dancing, super-heated space around him, along with vicious gusts and frightening bursts of steam, he looked at Skullius, eyes narrowed.

"This is an insult," he said.

"You think so?" said Skullius, smirking and healing himself from the earlier grievous wounds.

Right then, the Clear Fire condensed and began spinning like a vortex. Rings and runes began to sprout from it as more pennons of fire shot off from the whole, and twisted in the air. Someone had ceased control of the fire and was using it as a...

"Moddum Seal!"

The voice made Fulgardt turn his head. A most peculiar figure standing a distance away had his hand stretched towards the towering Clear Fire.

Eternity’s Weaver was a Nulliergrapher, an old being that helped create the Null Verse. He knew every element that miniature reality had ever conceived and could exploit it to ends that could even baffle Serenity herself.

While Clear Fire couldn’t harm Fulgardt, he could make it so that it could seal the space around him by distorting the capability of the canvas of the world known as Aigas. It was like disturbing the integrity of paper by burning it. Nothing drawn on the paper would hold then.

Fulgardt noticed the Apostle’s intention. He deemed even this pathetic, after all, he didn’t need common spatial techniques to warp away.

...But of course, Skullius knew that.

And that was why, when Fulgardt felt someone wrap their arms around him, binding all his movements for a full second, he was truly shaken. He had been confused by a layer of deception.

Turning sharply behind him, he saw that it was a being made entirely out of blue flame, humanoid and feminine, that bound him.

"Serenity..." Fulgardt hissed, but by then, Skullius was already upon him, all the Null Life Essence he could conceivably generate filling his fist.

"This is my sweet gift, Fulgardt!" shouted the Hybrid. "Trust me, you’ll enjoy it later!"

As Fulgardt looked on with a scowl, Skullius smote him straight in the gut with all his might.

It didn’t matter that Skullius only struck Fulgardt’s armour. The Immoral felt the blow... somewhat, and that was enough.

He had been marked for a surprise. Or rather, a string of them.

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