Bro, I'm not an Undead! Chapter 1705: Dimensions (3)

Boron was, in fact, just as prodigious as Quintess. As it turned out, his already remarkable innovation with Deific powers were bolstered by the Higher Fundantal Barter he had made earlier. At death's doorstep, he managed to process all his options with the most astonishing level of efficiency and co up with a solution in record ti.

He had hardly been thinking when he effected the only miracle he could have co up with to survive.

Exora Amras was ranked in Affluents from World, Sage, Realm, Star, Void, Cosmic, to Reality. Star Affluent Amras denoted a transition of scale and depth. Any being capable of hosting such a kind of Amras had more depth than 90% of living beings within Reality; in essence, this ant they were closer to transcending natural dinsions than most.

As it happened, Star Affluent Amras and beyond were the only types of fuel compatible with Cosmic Andori (the highest order of Andori), and Cosmic Andori were the only kinds of Andori capable of resisting the staunch nature of the fourth dinsion.

All this hadn't occurred to Boron until he desperately pulled it off, fashioning Splitch, a First Tier Cosmic Andori that allowed him to exist at two places at the sa ti, with the caveat that should any one of his two bodies be destroyed, his powers would permanently be cut in half.

Scrambling, Boron put up both his arms to guard against Skullius' jab. With Zu'sse, he was incredibly powerful, but…

BOOOOM!

Skullius was flaring his imnse reserves of Null Life Energy. It reinforced him several hundred million tis over, with the Garmma Mail overscaling his physical strength beyond even that. A casual jab from him sent Boron reeling even when he defended passably. He spun, rising higher and higher instead of barreling parallel into the distance.

The Deity's arms trembled from the blow, but that was the least of his concerns.

thought the Deity.

It happened again, as Boron turned even more desperate. His Zu'sse faded, and the unorthodox weight of existing in four dinsions barreled down on him again, but only for an insignificant fragnt of ti.

Zu'sse and Andori couldn't be used at the sa ti because the forr required Amras to be twisted into sothing incompatible with the latter.

Boron created yet another Andori.

Skullius grinned. "There we go!"

His own armour must have been the inspiration. A raven black suit of armour flourished around Boron with patterns of wings and the twisted faces of immortal beasts. That was a canvas, or rather, a reflection of his past. In a way, the armour reminded Skullius of the Warmoth's Void rank armant, which he'd recently found to have been taken by Future Skullius. Boron's rendition was formidable indeed. It instantly changed the way he carried himself, saturating him with confidence.

'It falls short of the Warmoth's armour in raw power, though,' Skullius analyzed. 'Right. Andori are the weakest elents of the Common Reality Leagues.' .

That was indeed true.