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Chapter 1004 STOP!

Chapter 1004  STOP!

The fact that Old Folks' Campfire wasn't a normal Territory hadn't been lost to Skullius since the first time he had to endure all the attacks it held. The moment he saw that it had living beings within it, created out of the Ode's power, he had turned wary. Even with his prior knowledge, before being influenced by the WILLS, Skullius could already somewhat differentiate the Tiers of Territories, which were distinguished by how many living creatures were within it. This difference he had noticed early on was with the Great Mane Mountain Ape Azila's Territory, which had the flying Cluster Flies, and the Territory of the Grinning Jester Fox, which didn't have any living beings at all.

His more recent intel pointed towards how Rayn's Territory had held within it an entire city of humans praising a moon.

What then was the benefit of all this? Well, normal Territories had the potential for creating Primary and Secondary attack and defense functions, while the strongest ones could create a Tertiary.

Of course, the difference between each – Primary, Secondary and Tertiary – was mostly a matter of power and effectiveness, but it also depended on the individual's preference.

Against this notion, Skullius grew tense. It was also astonishing to him that the Ode was able to revive his Territory in the state it was prior to its deactivation. That had to be why the Secondary assault mechanisms was ready, despite the Territory just being erected!

"TRIUMPH OF THE ARSENAL!

SHIIIIIIIIING!

The Hybrid Luman heard the scream of steel against the wind drop onto him, and instinctively, he dodged despite being well equipped against attacks from material weapons.

His figure appeared two hundred meters away just when a cutlass slammed where he had been standing before.

One of the four bearded giants had just moved.

'So, this is his Secondary assault? These four things start to attack as well? Hmmm, doesn't seem too threatening so far. Though, I should probably keep my guard,' Skullius thought.

The four giants took steps away from their rocky seats and split up as they moved among the stalks of grass in the prairie. Each held a different weapon. Aside from the one that had just attacked, the others had an axe, a chakram and a spear. The weapons looked crude and ordinary, but no one in their right minds would dare underestimate the Secondary mechanisms of a Territory.

Skullius' eyes shot towards the sky where the Ode was hidden among the clouds, looking gleeful and victorious. He was starting to look like the brat he was. Past his earlier confidence that actually made him feel like the son of a king, he was just an arrogant young blood.

'I really should end this quickly. The Attegoth is in danger. That damn hag—' Skullius thought, but then something quick interrupted him.

It whizzed through the air while releasing a grinding noise like that from a chainsaw!

It was the chakram!

No sooner had Skullius heard its approach, had it actually arrived in front of him.

He could react to it, quite easily, in fact. Demion's Dance had bit into the ring-like weapon's bladed edges when…

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

…!!!

Skullius heard five voices that demanded that he desist from moving…and he did!

'DAMN IT!'

The Ode had added himself to the roster this time!

The voices, as they gave the same command this time, seemed to have their effect stacked, which was horrible for Skullius!

What was worse…

VWUUUUUP!

The chakram was repelled by the vibrant light of [OverLight] as expected, since Skullius could no longer follow through with his attack.

However…

BOOOOOM!

Skullius suddenly found that he had been impaled by something!

His body of light, had been harmed!

With great shock, he sensed down at his chest and found the oversized shaft of a spear cleanly having borne through him.

'What?!' the Hybrid Luman groaned angrily.

What was going on?

What happened to his defenses?

What happened to his intangibility?

"HAHAHAHA! It works!" the Ode screamed from above.

Skullius still couldn't move. It was going to take longer for him to get his freedom, and that was a massive advantage for the crimson-haired young man.

In fact…

One of the other giants bolted to reach Skullius in one, phenomenally quick step, hunched and swung its giant axe in a swift, disastrous lateral swipe!

Oddly, when the axe and the hand holding it grew too close, the brilliant light from Skullius forced it back in a rather effective jerk, which made Skullius keenly narrow his eyes.

'Then how…' he had begun to ask when his light body was suddenly shredded at any angle by a huge chakram, whose arrival came unannounced!

What in the world…?!

Fortunately, Skullius' healing kicked in, restoring his body, but he still couldn't move.

'What in the world is happening? Is it some kind of forced trade-off? When one weapons fails to reach me, the next does, regardless of all my defenses? That's ridiculous!' the Hybrid Luman thought before he felt the great storm cooked up by another giant who descended on him with the crude cutlass.

The attack was nullified by his defenses, but the axe that came next tore off his lower body, even as his outline was hidden by the expansive light!

Again, Skullius healed, but he still couldn't move.

He went through three more sessions of brutal, ridiculous cleavings and impalements, feeling the Attegoth's mana drain away rapidly.

This was an inconceivably effective Secondary assault mechanism. It certainly fit the name Triumph of the Arsenal. For something like this to be possible, a lot of effort and Creeds must have been sacrificed, after all, the Ode's attacks were not really unstoppable. They only became unstoppable after one of them had been stopped.

'This can't go on!'

Being restricted was definitely the worst part for Skullius.

 The fact that the Primary assault of this Territory still applied was outrageous, and it seemed to be amplified to some degree. If the Ode could have used the quintuple STOP command before, he would have done it.

Speaking of the bugger…

The crimson-haired young man shot down from the clouds and raced towards Skullius.

"It's your turn to become helpless, huh?! Eventually, you're going to run out of mana, and even before then, that thing of yours outside will probably collapse first!" he yelled jovially before manifesting an erratic white flame from his right hand which he cast into the air.

It was the last of the Ode's flames; the Famished White Flame.

The flame snaked in four ways, and was sucked into the four weapons of the giants which turned then illusory and pale.

...!!!

Skullius immediately knew that this was going to be bad news. Whatever that flame induced was either going to cause him to lose even more mana as a result of the damage that followed, or something worse.

To make matters even more perilous, he felt the Attegoth quiver terribly.

If the Attegoth fell while he was still in this territory. He would be done for.

'Come on. I just need to get out of this bind and I can end this. I will end this…!' Skullius thought determinedly as a white, see-through chakram clashed against the air to reach him!

Right then…

He felt the spell of compulsion lift just before he could taste what the Famished flame could do, and his impossible speed allowed him to get out of the way.

He flashed a long distance away, realizing once again how large this Territory was.

The Ode cackled from the distance, and when he and the giants opened their mouths to speak, Skullius knew they were ready to put him under immobility again.

However…

Unbeknownst to them, he had truly been ready for the compulsion. Rather, he had learned to be, as he discovered every ridiculous trait of his [Infinite Sword God] skill which apparently qualified to be its own Hidden Class.

While wielding both his swords, Skullius let out a burst of frustration from his gleaming lips… before attempting to cut something that shouldn't have been possible to cut…