Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1541: Catch These Hands... Again! (2)

Fulgardt was suddenly wrapped in a brilliant golden white light and his injuries healed in the blink of an eye. Skullius noted that with deep curiosity.

’He didn’t use some Andori for that. Unlike my [Sagacious Antiphon of Dawnlight] which carries the healing properties from skills I used before, he simply used [Just Light] to heal,’ he thought, narrowing his eyes, but didn’t stop to give the matter too much thought.

He would dissect everything Fulgardt could do with the Insurgent Magnus powers. Of that, he had confidence.

Fulgardt read his intentions at once and scoffed.

The Hybrid came streaking towards the Immoral, in one hand a giant pair of scissors buried in wisps of striking flames, and in the other what looked like the hilt to a sword - blameless.

Fulgardt expanded the shroud of darkness around him – the one he’d used to absorb impacts from Skullius – and then shot forth to meet the enemy. Skullius spun the scissors around with two hands while striking at Fulgardt with the hilt. A jet of white fire blasted out the end of the hilt, firing towards the Immoral, but he pushed through it unbothered, kicked the hilt out of Skullius’ hands and sent a freakishly quick jab punch at his head.

’He’s attacking with 100% of his strength with every blow now!’ Skullius noted, thrilled.

But he was stronger now.

He blocked Fulgardt’s blow by suddenly bringing the pair of scissors between himself and the Immoral’s fist. A crisp bang erupted when the two met, but neither buckled, much to Fulgardt’s surprise. Skullius twisted the pair of scissors, opened the blades with two hands and drove them forward as though to clip Fulgardt’s torso off!

Realisation fell on the Immoral a second later.

’Fundamental Barter!’ He warped away right before Skullius lunged forth, cutting mana, air, space and Rules with the sharp edges of the scissors’ blades!

The Immoral was behind Skullius right then, his palm aglow to unleash some nebulous, destructive attack, but Skullius responded in time. He had received another one of the hundreds of weapons flying out of Beyrmir’s scales. It was a red-hot metal orb with no particularly enticing design. As soon as Skullius held it, it unleashed a quick pulse that rushed across Edagon in an instant.

The heat it carried instantly turned burned the surface of the continent... and increased the gravity on this end of Aigas ten thousand fold!

It was miracle how Edagon remained standing.

Even for Divines like Skullius and Fulgardt, the sudden change was hefty and debilitating. It couldn’t instantly crush them, but it could destabilise them for a moment or more. Luckily, this effect wouldn’t last for too long.

When Fulgardt hunched, pressured by the weight, he felt the ground beneath his left foot suddenly buckle and cave in. His already unstable stance collapsed. Glancing below, Fulgardt spotted the glow of a rune just before it fizzled out.

’That Apostle...’ he spared a fraction of a nanosecond to think.

...And Skullius punished him for it.

His scissors was gone. In his upper right hand (and slotted on his ring finger) was a white ring with a gem that hissed with smoke. Skullius painted Fulgardt’s face with this hand; it was a lethal backhand. A terrifying suction force drew Fulgardt in before the punch could reach him, and when it did, there was a horrifying ignition of both pressure and heat that threatened to unmake every particle that made him.

His darkness, skin, muscles, blood vessels and bone had begun to disintegrate when he commanded the darkness within him.

It poured from his ear to wrap around the explosion against his face... and killed it.

...But Skullius had four hands.

Two grappled Fulgardt’s head and pulled it to his knee while another repeatedly murdered his side with fists laced with Maximum Catalyst. Fulgardt managed to escape Skullius’ grip and swing his foot in an arc against Skullius’ neck.

A nasty bang exploded, but Skullius was only driven a few meters away, skidding along the ground.

...But then Fulgardt was suddenly forced to follow him by a rune that had attached to his back. It delivered him on a silver platter to Skullius who had already prepared a gut punch of epic proportions. He delivered it with glee, quite literally blowing Fulgardt’s back out!

The Immoral’s face contorted in pain, but he remained grounded. He gripped Skullius’ arm (the one feeding into his gut), wrenched it out of its socket and struck him in the face with it once... twice... thrice!

As Skullius reeled from the blow, Fulgardt had leaped up to begin a combo of knees and elbows to devastate him when he was suddenly pulled backward and then smashed down by Beyrmir’s full size fist!

Edagon couldn’t take it anymore. It exploded with all the grace of a volcanic eruption, only to rapidly build itself back again.

The Mercurian Legend Beyrmir had descended to squash the Immoral right after Weaver had once again sneakily applied a rune to ruin Fulgardt’s footing and stance.

It appeared that Fulgardt had been prepared for the sort of blows Beyrmir could deliver, however. They weren’t nearly as strong as Skullius’.

[Just Light] gushed through Beyrmir’s arm (which was still buried in the reconstructed Aigas) and made it explode into hot blobs of lank mercury. The Immoral himself then surged towards the massive dragon’s head, his eyes livid with bloodlust. He was ready to kill it.

...But Skullius was there. Before Fulgardt could land a devastating blow, he smashed into him in midair and they dropped to the ground with all the grace of two bricks.

Skullius caught an odachi that flew towards him, screaming with green flames and lunged at the Immoral. On his way, it suddenly grew so hot that its blade seemed to melt and become some vicious multi-coloured plasma that pulled on the canvas of Aigas and melted it like some kind of plastic.

Fulgardt summoned a spear of darkness and clashed against sword, forcing a distance between himself and Skullius.

...But then his arm was suddenly laced with a wad of ice that was littered with runes and arrays within it. His arm was immobilised immediately.

Skullius punished the Immoral for the moment he spent narrowing his eyes at the development. With the plasma sword, he aimed for Fulgardt’s head and successfully drove it through his eye socket.

After that was done, he sent four rapid blows, palm strikes and jab punches that dented the Immoral’s flesh and bone before leaping and striking down the man’s head with two synchronized overhead punches!

Fulgardt smashed into the ground so hard that Edagon exploded again, only to reform.

...But then his body vanished.

...!!!

Skullius was taken aback. He had hardly seen what had happened.

The Immoral’s body had suddenly been lathered with darkness and then he’d disappeared.

The Hybrid Warmoth couldn’t comprehend it, but darkness could hide things if wielded by the right hands.

That was why he didn’t react in time when a freakish invisible blow smashed in his hip before another caved-in his chest.

Before a third could reach him, a massive wall of ice pushed the two combatants away from each other. It divided Edagon into two halves and rose to tease the clouds. It was stalwart – not so easy to destroy.

It bought Skullius some time to heal up and think hard on how Fulgardt had accomplished his disappearing act but no more. Soon, the ice had shattered and the two Insurgent Magni were at each other’s throat again.

The fire in both of them was ramping up. It showed in how they expressed their loathing and powers next.

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