Replicus, Skullius and the Stolen Angel were free from the current contusions of ti. They could freely move from one drape of ti to the next.
The normal people and even combatants up to a certain level of powers hadn't been able to feel the change in Aigas, how they were existing simultaneously with previous versions of the world long expired through ti. However, now that the breath of the infamous elder sibling of Jerthrax, and son of Seongssax, Jiggorrhax, was charging the sa blast that had both saved and warped Aigas, the fact that Aigas was existing in three beca clear even to commonfolk.
The three drapes of ti were brightly illuminated by the glaring light of certain salvation. Replicus' phantoms worked furiously.
Skullius had outsmarted the Progeny in the prior minuscule bits of ti. He had made it so that his four-ard counterpart would have a delayed reaction to the imminent burst of power from the dragon because of the effect of his [Evil Veneration], and it had worked like a charm.
There was a little hitch, however, which Skullius imdiately solved: positioning.
The drapes of ti were hard to manipulate, even with Skullius' new (and still incoming) knowledge and power. He could twist ti enough to create them, yes, but doing anything else required might the likes of which he had yet to achieve. He was even aware that what he had accomplished - splitting ti and drawing forth the past - was only temporary.
With this limitation in mind, plus a few others, it would have been impossible for Skullius to position Replicus directly in front of Jiggorrhax's blast, especially when considering that said blast was to be aid upward, where the shattered Rules and otherworldly enemies were coming from.
Thus, through the Stolen Angel...
A half a skull mark appeared on Replicus' [Neutral Maximum] coat, and nigh instantaneously, the beam of light he had been seeing from the distance was enlarged ten-thousand-fold in his vision!
He had been warped several hundreds of ters above the maw of a gargantuan creature - a Herald, and a dragon.
The first thing the Progeny noticed was how everything was lting around him. EVERYTHING.
It was so hot that the world was hard to define; it had beco one massive collage of mirages.
It was so hot that he nearly lost control of the mana in his cores. Strangely, it had subscribed to a furious desire to simply evaporate like water.
But Replicus soldiered on with vivaciousness.
As space and stability itself was lting, there was no ans of escape with which he could
use.
'Damn it...' he thought, and then....
HWAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Jiggorrhax's breath ca with an intensity so far removed from mortal conception that Replicus nearly lost his sense of self before it. Even his phantoms had stopped putting plans upon plans in play in order to survive the blast.
It had no colour.
It seemingly had no form.
And it seed to spawn from everywhere.
This... this was true power!
Everything boiled and evaporated in the path of the blast, CLEANSED!
Such a stream of energy would have been expected to move slower, but it was the fastest thing to move through Aigas since the Deities created this world!
Replicus had only partially perceived it as he struggled with the rapidly dissolving [Maximum Neutral], his evaporating mana reserves and his disintegrating flesh.
Things were dire!
His only ans to defend was Null Life Essence, which remained resilient against all this. Even Skullius' trick wasn't enough to cut it apart, which was why his Null Core had remained when all his mana cores had been destroyed earlier.
Before the blast ca, Replicus had already cast [Null Extraction] without any gesture or word, and Null Life Essence was flying in from ALL three of Aigas' tilines and being channelled through [All Null Commander] to reinforce the Progeny's body.
Yet... the effectiveness of this manoeuvre didn't get to be tested imdiately.
A massive rcurian entity had manifested in front of Replicus, its vast size shielding him from the incoming blast!
The rcurian Long-Snout Legend, Beyrmir had arrived!
However, his massive body wasn't at all enough to protect Replicus; both the Apostle and his master understood this.
Thus, quickly after appearing, Beyrmir opened his long, crocodilian mouth and spat out the greatest stream of Clear Fire he could conjure with all his energy reserves!
The invisible flas shot out as a narrow, concentrated stream which rushed to et the incoming, hard-to-comprehend breath from the Abiding Madness!
Yet it was no contest.
It was as though nothing at all had changed.
A aningless split of a nanosecond later, both Beyrmir and his master would be reduced to nothing. In fact, Beyrmir had already begun to fragnt, when...
Replicus, perked on the Apostle's back, raised one of his mangled limbs. He didn't have ti to heal.
He extended the Warmoth's Spine forward while simultaneously channelling the billions of units of Null Life Essence flooding to him into Beyrmir. Then...
"[Honoured Lacerance]!"
The Warmoth's Progeny slashed down with the blades of the spine just as he charged it with 500,000 units of Null Life Essence!
At once, there was a difference.
First of all, there was second of silence.
Then, it was as though soone had transported a waterfall to the scene.
The shocking, glaring brightness of Jiggorrhax's blast lessened in intensity and its
effectiveness on Replicus and Beyrmir was cut down significantly!
Before the two, it seed the beam of light reluctantly thinned, but it was never fully
thwarted!
Replicus' arm trembled violently.
[Honoured Lacerance] had worked!
It was a skill of the Warmoth's Spine that could only be activated by expending 500,000 units of Null Life Essence. According to its description, it could cut through anything, a trait which Replicus attributed to the fact that the Spine itself was resistant to concepts.
As powerful as this skill was, however...
'It's not going to hold for long. As I recall... Jiggorrhax kept up his breath for thirty days back when he used it to nd the Rules of the world!' Replicus thought with gritted teeth.
His hand wielding the Spine could hardly stay firm.
He was trapped in the torrent with a skill that was going to fail him sooner rather than later.
And if he managed to sohow get out of this, he could only imagine that Skullius was waiting to finish him off.
Or even before that, if Jiggorrhax discovered him, perhaps he would mistake him for a...
...!!!
No, wait!
What if it was a combination of these two things?!
Replicus nearly turned pale.
If Skullius sohow managed to acquire Jiggorrhax's strength, perhaps by using Masterpiece
empowered by his 'trick'...!
...
No way!
That would be disastrous!
'I really was taking him too lightly!' Replicus thought and his face hardened. Imdiately, he brought up the guidance field in his vision and gazed intently at his status.
'Of all the places and tis... I didn't think it would be here...'
It greatly surprised him that he would be utilising even greater trump cards just to best...
himself.
But what else could he do now?
With a click of his tongue, Replicus set to use the 43 billion units of Null EXP he had acquired
from Caxellac!
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