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Chapter 1066: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (7)

Chapter 1066: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (7)



Everyone felt the sudden change which began with the largest combatant among them.

Prisma Vohnvolt was the first to understand this change. The large mana chains from [Budget Tug-of-War] connected to Jerthrax shattered. Their primary effect had been to reduce the mana reserves of the target to no more than a tenth of their maximum capacity.

The amalgam had nerfed the dragon and the Null Devil King for a while, but the chain had started to turn faint as time passed, after all, [Budget Tug-of-War] had a time limit. Unlike what Vohnvolt used it for - to keep track of the Null Devil King and the dragon - its main purpose was to facilitate a drag and draw game where the amalgam could wrestle mana away from the people he was connected to.

Unfortunately, because of the calibre of the respective opponents, he had known this wasn't going to work. He wasn't sure he could steal Null Life Essence from the Null Devil King, and he knew for certain that taking even a sliver of Jerthrax's gold quality mana and infusing it into his cores wasn't the best idea.

And indeed, a gold mana core.

The fine mana core of the Herald had surprised the amalgam.

Now that it was free and freely in use, everything changed.

A fierce gust of wind with an overwhelming sense of dignity to it erupted within the fourth Null Remnant.

Jerthrax finally let loose, and as he did, his full presence seemed to warp everything nearby. His mana in general, on top of the fact that it scaled higher than that of a purple core, and was in staggering quantities, was blessed by his Divine energy. As bits of it whipped out like the winds of autumn, everyone couldn't help but anticipate the worst.

Jerthrax's vast body... changed.

Even though it already looked thick and tough, it grew to be more so while also attaining a few dozens of meters in length...no, height.

The dragon was built like a quadruped, meaning his body's stature supported movement on his four limbs when he wasn't flying. However, the even distribution of mass creating this form was broken. Jerthrax's upper body grew a little bolder, his chest caving in slightly, switching from the need to support his former stance. His forelimbs grew thicker and longer as he stood upright in the air, his wings getting broader.

Fire blazed from the nostrils of the dragon.

Vohnvolt was perplexed.

'This convinces me all the more that facing this thing is just pure insanity,' he thought, but the next change in Jerthrax made him gape in horror all the more.

Shadows that the amalgam recognised to have announced the approach of the dragon in the very beginning, rose from the tattered floor. They were as dark and as large as he remembered. They stripped themselves from the hard ground, seven in all, and wrapped around the body of their master!

Right as they did, bursts of smoke exploded from the dragon.

The hazel glow of the necromancer's eye flashed bright from behind his mask, and Divine energy burst out of him like a flood, ripe with the effect of a Divine Blessing he had learned

recently!

Brunt Divide!

As soon the large spearhead touched his coat of Divine energy, a sound akin to steel smacking hard against iron erupted, filling the hall with an explosive, chaotic vibration.

The impact was so impossibly loud that it awakened Aurolio and the amalgam from the mental attack a fraction of a moment ago, but it also dealt them significant damage; the shattering of a section of his body to the latter, and the cracking of his Bare Guise to the

former.

The masked man had managed to stop the spear, but his horse was erased to something more miniscule than atoms. He couldn't save it.

With Brunt Divide, he managed to separate a majority of the momentum travelling with the spear from the spear itself, thus avoiding certain erasure!

However, the next attack had already come from his left. Jerthrax's blade's edge was singing while on its way to the masked man.

SHIIIIIIING!

The necromancer was swiftly cut across from his leg to his shoulder!

Quite frankly, because of the thickness of the swords, the damage could barely be attributed

to the sharp edge of the sword at all. Their speed and toughness had just vaporised a portion

of the masked man's body!

A luminous, thick line was drawn along the path Jerthrax cut.

BOOOOM.

The amalgam was horrified to hear the arena tremble.

A fifth of it swiftly slid off from the mass it was connected to and disappeared from sight.