Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1543: Control

"You know nothing about light and darkness, brat. Watch and learn," Fulgardt said.

The ice on Skullius began to thaw at once. Weaver, with narrowed eyes full of suspicion, forced it to recede from his master’s body.

The Hybrid Warmoth furrowed his brows at the frightening development he’d just endured. As he healed all his wounds, he dashed a few steps back and appraised his body.

’Did I really just attack myself?’ he thought. ’How did Weaver’s ice get me instead of Fulgardt?’

It was a mystery... but one Skullius intended to get to the bottom of with action.

The ring of golden white light smothering Edagon and the ocean had a purpose; a sinister one. But as long as that didn’t kill him instantly, Skullius didn’t mind charging into it to learn.

It helped that Fulgardt didn’t seem to be in a rush to attack. He was waiting while maintaining his stance, his hands reaching forth as though to grapple the air.

"Come," he said to the Hybrid Warmoth.

Skullius didn’t hesitate.

Snatching what looked like a steel crescent branded with burning characters on its face, and some kind of wooden stake with a blue flame burning from its blunt end, Skullius hurtled forth. This time, he risked it all and even reinforced his entire (mostly) intangible body with Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz. His rippling black form became tinged in puce and turquoise.

Two of his hands aimed at Fulgardt’s head and wrist while his weapons aimed for his neck and chest.

Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz had made Skullius so strong that Fulgardt hadn’t been able to damage him earlier. For that instant, he had been invincible, completely invulnerable to physical damage; a sweet trade-off even when considering that his body would reject Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz a second later.

But his current form was likely to last longer. Or so Skullius hoped.

...In the end, Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz did nothing to save the Hybrid Warmoth.

He didn’t see the cause... again.

Both his hands were jammed in his chest and neck, rupturing his insides. His weapons had also turned against him, but thankfully, because of the added reinforcement, their effects caused the Hybrid Warmoth no harm.

BANG! BANG!

Skullius’ dark body erupted from the arms to the chest to the legs. Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz resisted his Null Life body again.

The Hybrid Warmoth staggered back.

’What in the world is happening?’ He scowled while healing and dispelling Maximum Jaqquezjaqqz.

Fulgardt took pleasure in his confusion, as he always did. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Right. I remember. You were always biased towards darkness. You never really got a knack for it until you awakened the Luminant Seed. A shame," he said. He pointed at Skullius. "I suppose I owe it to you to give a little lecture, don’t I? Why not? I’d be thrilled if you actually used it against me."

The Immoral’s eyes pulsed with glee.

"|Back away|."

...!!!

Light gushed out of Fulgardt’s mouth and crossed the distance between him and the Hybrid to smother him.

...And then something blasted into Skullius, causing him to fly back. Whatever it was must have been thinner than the wind. It didn’t do Skullius any harm, nor did it push him over a massive distance, but when he landed, he found himself looking at the Immoral with a dumbfounded look.

’A Veneration art? [Evil Veneration]? No. That was light!’ he thought.

Fulgardt smirked. "Food for thought, isn’t it? If you don’t understand the principle behind that, you are in for a whole world of pain."

What did that mean?

What kind of principle could Skullius even apply to that? He knew of Veneration arts, of course, and how different they were.

From Gabel’s time-bending Veneration art, to Aurolio’s ascension and descent Veneration art to his own.

Curiously, the one Fulgardt had just used wasn’t quite... potent. Indeed, Skullius had been on the receiving end of Veneration art effects before, and all of them had a... heft to them. This one felt half-hearted, as though it had been wound up on the spot.

But was that possible? Didn’t that go against what Veneration arts were?

As Skullius understood it, they were Blessings granted by a Deity who wasn’t responsible for creating the world the host resided in. Both Aurolio and Gabel had found objects on Aigas that allowed them to communicate with outer Deities.

’Is it... because of the Wanderer Who Seeds?’ Skullius thought, scowling.

As he considered this, Weaver appeared beside him.

"My Liege," he said before pointing at Fulgardt’s arms, "take a close look at his arms and the ground."

Skullius did as the Apostle bid. Fulgardt chuckled when the Hybrid squinted, straining in order to see what it was Weaver had seen before him.

...!!!

There was something there indeed!

Under Fulgardt’s arms, or rather, connected to them, were microscopic strands of light that fed into the golden white platform he’d made. At a glance, they seemed like strings meant to puppeteer the Immoral.

Skullius shook his head. It dawned on him right then.

’Control!’

He remembered it as a property of [Just Light] – the same principle behind the Preeminent Attegoth. In Fulgardt’s hands, however, it was monstrous.

In both instances when his attacks against Fulgardt were suddenly turned against him, Skullius realised that there was no outlandish, magical effect applied. Fulgardt used the platform of light to automate his responses to attacks. It didn’t matter how quick or how many attacks Skullius threw at him. The Immoral would respond so quickly that the Hybrid Warmoth could only conclude that he had been compelled to attack his own flesh.

’Crazy bastard...’ thought Skullius. ’But how does this aspect of control apply to that Veneration art he used against me? Is it even related?’

Fulgardt recognised the realisation in Skullius eyes.

"Catching on, are we? Good. Let’s see how you dismantle me now," he said.

Skullius rubbed his fist with a palm.

He could see the Immoral’s intent more clearly now. The bastard was crafty.

Skullius had successfully convinced Fulgardt to fight him, but the Immoral only had one objective for this battle. Despite everything he said and did, Fulgardt was a man of his word indeed.

He really was interested in Skullius – even if he hated him – but the only purpose he could derive from keeping the Null Lifeform alive was using him to detect any weaknesses in his own strengths. As far as Skullius could glean, this was why the Immoral urged him to use his trump cards and why now, he was even revealing key properties of his powers.

It wasn’t disconcerting in the least for Skullius, however. In fact, it was thrilling, so much so that...

[You are fiendishly HYPED!]

[You are fiendishly HYPED!]

[You are fiendishly HYPED!]

Skullius brought two of his hands together and pointed them at the Immoral.

"We’ll see indeed," he said, grinning.

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