BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1081: First To The Kill!
Chapter 1081: First To The Kill!
Even the masked man had not seen it coming. His hazel eyes glared daggers at the assailant, but before he could do anything, a foot landed in his chest and sent him flying into the ceiling of Deathward Maw!
At once, Soul Yield\'s effect began to desist, or rather, instead of worsening as the maw was still continuing to open up, letting more of the dark red light pour in, its effective power remained constant.
The suddenly appeared assailant did not let up. He rushed towards the masked man, murderous intent burning around him.
He was rather quick. Too quick.
Vohnvolt, who was just as stunned as everyone else on what was going on, was baffled by the fact that someone could move so fast that they could overwhelm the necromancer in his own Territory, where his physical abilities were bolstered outrageously.
But beyond all that, when this mysterious assailant reached the masked man and stopped only for splits of time to deliver another goosebump-inducing attack, the amalgam shook. Once again... he saw a familiar face.
It was a face closely tied to that of Eobald, whom he had been stunned to see just earlier. It was a man with Havana brown hair and red marks on the side of his face like tattoos. His eyes shone bright red as he mustered thick bolts of crimson lightning around his body and sent them swimming through his jian sword which he used to stab into the masked man\'s chest without mercy!
Vohnvolt froze.
He hadn\'t seen this man since the Labyrinth of the Yoke.
This was the same man who had led the members of the Ideal Ark - Denille, Irlen and Reon - to go after Eobald; the man who had exposed the fact that he was, in fact, colluding with the Green Neolists.
\'Benzard...\' the amalgam thought.
He couldn\'t believe his eyes.
Why was he here?
But then... No, wait.
Vohnvolt\'s sockets turned to where Benzard had spawned from.
There was no way Benzard would be here alone. After all, the last time Vohnvolt saw him, he had been carried away by...
\'I knew it!\'
There, scaling Jerthrax\'s body hurriedly, was a familiar Giant.
It was Sause!
He had Nitros bubbling over him, including a membrane, or rather, a translucent blanket right beneath said Nitros which was rapidly flaking away. Now that the amalgam saw clearly, Benzard had the same combination protecting him too.
Sause leaped and soared towards Jerthrax\'s head where he hurriedly slammed his hand, an extremely stern look of focus on his face.
At once, the flood of soul energy leaving the dragon\'s body ceased, but Jerthrax grunted in pain and began falling to the ground.
\'The Herald had a contingency too?\' Vohnvolt thought. He couldn\'t believe that he hadn\'t considered it that closely.
Of course, Sause had to be tied to the dragon! He was a Giant.
Before his mind could start racing with all these thoughts distracting it, though, Vohnvolt looked closely at the Nitros issuing from Eaniss. It was no longer getting eaten away at a stupidly fast rate. But then again, because Soul Yield was still active, it was likely to last just a second or two longer.
Eaniss was sweating bullets as was the Mad Bishop. Both were too preoccupied with tending to the pain in their souls.
\'I can\'t count on them now,\' the amalgam thought rapidly.
But be that as it may. He had been afforded a chance to live here. He wasn\'t going to waste it. Because he had stopped using his mana to constantly keep [Neutral Maximum] active, his mana cores got the chance to replenish their mana quite a bit through [Mana Centurion]. (A/N: Mana Centurion quintuples mana reserves and increase mana regeneration by 700%) The amalgam had a chance. Perhaps one last chance to pull off something critical. But he wasn\'t the only one making decisive moves.
The armless masked man barely managed to dodge Benzard\'s sword and got his shoulder sawed through by freakishly potent crimson lightning. Despite the enhancements from his Genuine Incarnation, not to mention his Territory, the lightning bore through him easily! "DO IT NOW!" Benzard screamed after he sent the masked man flying again with a vicious, lightning-kissed kick.
"I know," Sause, who was over the Herald\'s head said.
He and Benzard had managed to convince the Herald that it was necessary to have backup when the number of enemies headed towards Jerthrax proved to be more than anticipated; the masked man and the Null Devil King.
The dragon had agreed, opting to carry them behind one of his scales, but he had told them only to interfere if they felt that he was truly in danger. In the Herald\'s eyes, losing the two in addition to himself would be a terrible blow for Edagon... and its secrets.
Benzard and Sause hadn\'t been able to tell what was happening outside save for a few details because of how thick Jerthrax\'s scale was, but when the dragon\'s soul started to rapidly lose its vibrance, Sause had felt it, after all, like the masked man, he had a great appreciation of
souls.
And greater than that, Sause was knowledgeable in all facets of strength; Stages, Classes, Souls... and crafting artefacts of unimaginable power!
As such...
Sause manifested what looked like a large, violet bull\'s skull fitted with golden bangles, and held it by the horns; one in each hand.
The skull\'s empty sockets issued out dark, neon lights that shot like lasers towards the masked man and sank deep into his body!
Right as they did, his Territory... immediately began to break!
The skull was a powerful artefact that Sause had made using the Herald\'s Divine energy to define the potency of its effect. Its purpose was to identify any attack\'s source and used it to empower its ability to dismantle said attack, whatever form it took. In this case, once the skull\'s light identified the masked man, its power to destroy his Territory was strengthened.
Of course, this was only possible because Sause was protecting the artefact from being neutralised by the Territory with both his Nitros and another tool he had created to temporarily increase his output of energy; the translucent blanket he and Benzard wore.
The masked man saw the cracks spreading around his Territory, and the face behind his mask
turned ugly with rage.
"EOBALD!" he cried.
...!!!
Benzard, who had been about to launch another critical attack on the masked man froze when
he heard the name that was called.
Eobald?
Because he was stunned for that instant, he failed to react to the figure that bolted past him on its way towards the dragon!
Eobald-Minobu, unlike Benzard, was not hindered by the sentiments of his old life.
He headed straight towards the spot devoid of scales on the dragon; where the masked man
had first used Brunt Divide through the Paladin Champion.
On his way, he muttered:
"Summon Undeath."
Right in that instant, a massive double-sided sword whose handle could only fit in the hand
of a behemoth emerged. Its entirety was burning with potent Undeath energy.
It was the same sword that Eobald-Minobu had wrestled from Jerthrax and anointed with
Undeath before!
Before a fraction of an instant could pass, Eobald-Minobu hurled it with his monstrous strength, and it sped towards the dragon at thrice the speed of light.
Sause was caught off guard, but he might have been able to respond adequately if both his
hands weren\'t too busy cradling the bull\'s skull!
The Giant gnashed his teeth.
By the time he threw himself into the sword\'s trajectory and sent a burst of energy to smack Eobald-Minobu away, the sword the undead had flung was already inches from the dragon\'s
rough flesh!
It was too late!
Or perhaps, it might have been.
After all, an attack fifty times faster than light managed to come from a different direction, its purple-gold intensity as it adopted a thick, straight spear-like form, shattering the double- sided sword and piercing through the dragon first!