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Chapter 1073: The Logic-Defying Clash Against Null Remnants! (14)

Chapter 1073: The Logic-Defying Clash Against Null Remnants! (14)

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The punch oddly felt like both a strike from a giant Warhammer and one from a giant spear to the Herald. If it was just the raw force contained within it, no doubt amplified by certain skills, he might have been able to stand his ground and stop himself from being sent skidding back, but unfortunately, too many other things were tacked on.

The amalgam's Dual Mana-Sourcing Impact targeted the enemy's mana and he could adjust the surface area of the power he delivered, even if his whole fist connected to the enemy. This was why his blow was able to embody both sharp and blunt properties.

A lesser foe would have been ripped to shreds by the nasty disturbance that assaulted their mana networks and ultimately, their cores, especially if it was paired with the over three million units of Nitros, which, at base could increase the battle power of its user by a minimum of 2,000%!

Jerthrax couldn't have felt more humiliated. A creature of his size being bulldozed away by something only a twentieth of his size was utterly unprecedented.

What was even worse about this whole ordeal was that since Vohnvolt was targeting his mana in his attack, Jerthrax couldn't mobilise it to reinforce himself properly. He had to rely on using Divine energy, and while it worked to dispel much of the damage, Nitros couldn't be countered completed by simply using Divine energy.

Nitros itself was a form of Divine energy!

The only reason it was able to allow mortals to create magical demesnes of their own was because it was sampled out of the powers that made the land, seas and skies of Aigas!

And thus, Jerthrax was left with a dark scar on his pale, tough skin.

'Yeah, this bastard won't be easy to break,' the amalgam thought as he dropped to the street bordered all around by torn, tall buildings. 'His skin is also very tough. The amount of strength I used just now is the least required to injure him meaningfully.'

The amalgam was surprised, but he expected at least this much from the dragon.

While he hadn't exactly hoped a simple punch like this would unsubscribe a Herald from life, he was yet to configure something that could surely kill the bastard if he was on guard.

However, he was optimistic.

Maximum Catalyst's Progression would get him there.

As expected, Progression was simply the opposite of Reversion. It spurned his target on a linear path of advancement, or rather, evolution.

Of course, for what he had just achieved, the amalgam had forced his mana to turn into Nitros as that was part of the natural progression of mana itself in the system created by Deities of Aigas. Beasts couldn't utilise Nitros in the same way humans did. They only awakened it when they earned the right to create a Majestic Territory, and it only worked for their Majestic Territories.

So, for the amalgam to be able to utilise Nitros like this...

'I'm almost there...' he thought.

It went without saying that the second thing the Bringer of All had been doing while in hiding was learning the ins and outs of Maximum Catalyst.

The one most interesting trait of the Rule-Level Concept, was that whether by Reversion or Progression, there was no limit.

That was to say, once Vohnvolt picked a target for Maximum Catalyst and used what he decided to call Maximum Reversion or Progression, there was really was no limit to how the target could change. Even if it did not have any other paths for its evolution or devolution built into it, even if Progressing or Reversing further should logically lead to a state where the target didn't exist at all, Maximum Catalyst would create one!

The amalgam hoped to glean something truly magnificent with this.

A distance away, Jerthrax announced another Rule, restoring his shadows once again.

'I'll play along as much as you want,' the amalgam said and he rushed towards him. It was fun to have a card that no one could contest against for a change.

Maximum Catalyst couldn't be dodged.

Maximum Catalyst couldn't be blocked.

Maximum Catalyst didn't have a range limit.

It had other limits, just not the above.

Jerthrax's blue eyes honed in on the amalgam and they narrowed.

Opposite the multi-armed fiend, he also saw the masked man bolting in his direction over the skyscrapers, streets and vehicles. The charge of the two broke down everything that was unlucky enough to experience their chaotic powers as they moved.

Beyond these two anomalies, up above, the Null Devil King was watching without making any moves.

Once again, the dragon was turning into prey. His dominance from before had been diminished!

"HMMMMM..." he grunted.

In half an instant, a new spear appeared above him. His Genuine Incarnation immediately grabbed it.

This spear was longer than the dragon - both his upright Incarnation and his body standing on all fours. Instead of looking like it was made of solid material, it looked a rush of dirty air, contaminated by red, sandy bits.

The Genuine Incarnation immediately began spinning the spear around itself and its user and a devastating hurricane immediately formed around the two!

The Incarnation's free hand then pointed forward, and it spoke:

"O REGAL EARTH, CHURN YOUR LANDS BETWEEN. BURN WITH FURY AND DEVOUR THE HEATHENS ON YOUR HEAD!"

...!!!

Both the masked man and the amalgam were alarmed.

'A Blessing!' they both thought.

The area between the masked man and the amalgam was suddenly engulfed by furious heat

and it sank inwards.

This occurred around Jerthrax as well, rings of the streets which held buildings, the frozen humanoids and various vehicles melting and digging down below where pools of dark blue flames hissed with scalding promises!

'He still has more trump cards, huh?' the amalgam thought as he looked at the dragon. It certainly appeared so.

As the dragon counted as a combatant, one with six classes, a core and Stages, it also stood to reason that he would have blessings like Incandescent Stagers, though in his case, it was much more extreme.

The Herald, raised with Divine energy, had moulded his own Blessings. While they weren't at the same level as the Paladin Champions' Blessings, they were stronger that those of the average Incandescent Stager.

'That spear...' the amalgam thought as he looked at the whirling hurricane which seemed to be siphoning the heat from the great depressions on the earth and adding them to the fierce winds around its user. 'It's making the area around the dragon hard to approach. Every time it spins, some kind of energy leaves a trail that I probably don't want to come into contact with.'

The masked man, who was a few tens of meters away, standing still while gazing at the dragon seemed to have realised this too.

He gave a sigh and then...

"What's your goal here? I find it hard to believe that you and that other fellow allied with the Severed Union just to commit to the 'righteous' goal of stopping me. We are not really supposed to be bastions of order, you know?" he said.

Vohnvolt turned to him and gave a laugh.

"I guess I finally became worthy to earn a sentence from you," he said. "But you're right. I'm

not here because I particularly care what happens to Aigas."

"Is that so? Are you here to find what makes Aigas a Rich World then?" Actuass asked.

Vohnvolt's sockets blazed.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Nevermind then," the masked sighed again and summoned the sarcophagi from earlier. "You are also correct. I didn't really think much of you until moments ago. However, I should warn someone with such a brittle soul like yours to tread carefully. Being acknowledged by me means I'd feel better if I kill both you - well, semantics - and the dragon. Don't let me

touch that soul of yours."

Vohnvolt's frown was vivid through his partly hardened skin.

"If you do manage to touch me, make sure that marks the end of me. If not, I promise that will

be the last regret you ever have," he warned.

Right then, a dark light highlighted the two from beyond them. Another beam of black fire

had erupted from the Herald.