Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1145: Illusion of Silence



Immediately after launching the arrow, Replicus clashed the Ju`wtta together to once again begin [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration] (He immediately stored the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow at the same time.)

However, the sensation he felt when the bracers clashed, was the last self-imposed sensation he would feel from his body from that moment onward.

He heard harsh cracks explode from his first Territory and then a maelstrom of unfamiliar, but devastating sensations rushed all over his body.

Replicus couldn't even scream in agony.

He had assumed as much, but it was all but clear.

There were forms of damage his [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration] couldn't heal on a dime, and he was suffering through them at this moment!

He felt as though the organs responsible for the particular action of screeching and howling in pain were ripped apart the instant he felt the dark, Rule-tainted void around him tremble like some vast, tangible creature.

Speaking of ripping, he heard a great deal of it in the direction his arrow, apparently named the Reverse Supreme skill, [True Nullmancer's Wretched Reaper of Ugly Divinity], went flying at a speed he thought to be close to half that of [Neutral Acumen]!

The Warmoth's Progeny would have loved to be optimistic about this attack's result, but realising he was losing control of his entire body didn't quite give him any reassurance. While hoping his body was executing the instruction he gave, Replicus attempted to swivel the Warmoth's Spine in front of him as a defensive measure.

The spine was said to be resistant to all forms of concepts, so he hoped it could defend him to some degree.

Replicus had used up all his mana, and his [Mana Centurion] only worked once at a time before going into a twenty-minute cooldown, thus he was left without any meaningful defence apart from his active skills that didn't require mana to cast, like [Unbridled Wisdom of the Ascended Nullmancer].

Everything turned dark for Replicus.

He felt an unimaginable sense of panic.

Perhaps meeting his end at the hands of a stronger opponent wasn't too frightening. In his case, it might have been liberating, given how his relationship with Caxellac had been revealed to be with Caxellac being a fan of the Colossus Warmoth who sought his own slice of odd glory.

But dying because of his Flaw was something Replicus wasn't sure he wanted.

He didn't want to die because his Ju`wtta were destroyed or because he lost possession of the Warmoth's Spine.

No.

Not like this!

If only he could feel anything but a rush of pain...

As though to answer his wish, Replicus suddenly felt a cruel grip, and his senses burst into a frenzy.

One of the large hands now held him!

And...

"ARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Replicus could have sworn he had never felt like this before.

If there was something called extinction, this was what it had to feel like.

The torment was so great that Replicus couldn't even hear what his phantoms were screaming.

He could hardly hear himself think, or even try to think.

The great measure of pain seemed to last a lifetime.

In this timeless space, it seemed to the Warmoth's Progeny that time did indeed exist, and his mind had him think that several years passed with this agony rupturing all over his body.

Perhaps, by measures of time known, years had indeed passed, and at some point, a flicker of a thought crept in Replicus' mind.

Had his arrow not reached Caxellac then?

Had he lost?

But why was he still feeling this dreadful pain?

Was he not supposed to be dead by now, if he had indeed lost that last exchange which he so foolishly indulged Caxellac?

WHAT WAS THE FLESHING ANSWER?!

Total silence ensued in Replicus' mind.

It seemed to last for centuries.

No one spoke; his phantoms said nothing and even Serenity was silent.

Replicus himself entertained no noise.

Yet the pain persisted.

It did, however, seem to lessen with the passage of time calculated in his mind. Slowly but surely.

In the abundant quietness, Replicus felt himself grow accustomed to it, and then, after what felt like a millennia, he entertained his thoughts again.

'What is happening?' he thought almost meekly.

His eyes, which had inexplicably become blind long ago, when he first felt the raging agony, opened with a measure of difficulty.

The first thing that met his vision, was the glinting, yellowish-red Ju`wtte from [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration], which, as it seemed, had stayed active all along.

A shuttle of pain continued to sting Replicus and he searched for its source.

To his dismay, most of his body was eaten through in a pattern that suggested that a large palm had plastered around it. Most of Replicus' legs were missing, most of his torso, even his arms were barely hanging on; his upper right arm looked to have been dissolved from the shoulder to the elbow. The Ju`wtta around this arm was heavily damaged, and it sputtered; smaller sparks of Ju`wtte sprang forth haphazardly where a long crack traced along its length. Replicus gulped with great difficulty, a cold feeling of fear shuttling through him. If this had happened to his other Ju`wtta...

'That... that could have ended really badly...' he thought before looking at his surroundings.

Before the Warmoth's Progeny stood the same dark void littered with strands of damaged,

torn Rules.

That wasn't all there was, however.

Innumerable, giant limbs, torn and flayed littered it, floating in the endless black.

Some were rather close to the Warmoth's Progeny, but the rest were a distance away, creating some kind of twisted procession to the main object of interest far away.

Replicus gaped.

"You're finally awake," Replicus heard Serenity's voice in his head. "I didn't think I'd have to

wait for long."

"Serenity..." Replicus said before discovering that his jaw and throat were skewed, broken and

burnt. "What happened?"

"See for yourself. Up ahead," Serenity said.

Replicus narrowed his eyes and looked beyond the countless, battered hands blocking his

vision.

He gasped.

The body of the Null Devil King floated in the dark space quite like his, only, it seemed limp

and 'lifeless'. But of course, this had to be the case because a massive hole had been carved through its upper torso, most of it turned to a nasty shade of black from being heavily

charred.

The armour the Null Devil King had worn had finally been defeated for good.

Caxellac's soul was visible just above his head, its luminance having lessened a great deal. It

too was unmoving. It looked splintered, like glass, fragments of it freely floating in the darkness. As more of them poured out, it lost more of its luster.

Behind it, the Serene Canvas, along with the fleshy thorn had both shrivelled up like a dried

plants - both gouged and burnt like their master - and it was all but clear that they would no

longer pose a threat.

Replicus was too surprised to let out any celebration of victory. Thankfully, Serenity did it for

him.

"You won, Skullius," she said.