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Chapter 1142: Mors, Serene Grace (2)

Chapter 1142: Mors, Serene Grace (2)

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The art of Mors, Serenity Grace required one to truly understand the nature of their existence beyond their race, Class, mutation and any extraneous powers born through weaving all sorts of artificial strengths.

It was actually more apt to say, one needed to understand the basis of their existence to an extent similar to how Serenity herself understood what Null Life to be.

Then, and only then, could a Null Lifeform learn to expel their soul and use its purity to both create a Serene Canvas - a bold expression of cohesive and intimate self-actualisation - and power their individual blend of Serene Grace.

Before all this, however, truly understanding what it meant to be a Null Lifeform, something that was just as far out of reach for the current Replicus as was what it meant to be a Deity, allowed the user to identify the full range of their attack, muting everything within it before the Serene Canvas held the effects of their attacks.

'You've got to be kidding me!!!' Replicus panicked.

The multi-coloured tangles of Null Life Essence that poured from Caxellac suddenly surged, changing in a manner that he recognised - unfortunately.

It was indeed because he had felt the nature of this change in his body before; like when Spatial Lightning had been forcefully evolved into Complete Omnipresent Registry or when Lambent Phosphor became Inexorable Unveilment!

This was it!

The Null Life Essence bobbing out of Caxellac... it was being empowered to its finest state rapidly!

As familiar as it was, it also turned Replicus' spine cold.

What followed...

It was indeed why Replicus felt a crashing, chilly sensation far more terrifying than that of Absolute Frost barrel towards him and start to freeze his struggling layer of [Maximum Neutral] so easily, one might have thought it wasn't there at all!

This was also why, before Replicus knew it, an insurmountable number of the same, crisp and sharp bursts of Null Life Essence he had tasted from Caxellac before, seemed to completely ignore [Maximum Neutral] and cut him into what felt like an infinite sum of pieces!

This was also why he felt a heat so great that it nearly drove him insane, melting him to the bone in... well, no time at all!

This was why Replicus felt twenty more effects attempt to reduce him to nothingness. Well, they did. Replicus and everything that was within range of the Mors, Serene Grace was simply... shocked into nonexistence by the well of unforgiving attacks.

However, the Warmoth's Progeny hadn't been so foolish as to stand still as all this happened. He had acted, and so did his phantoms.

As all this madness began, Replicus had had his Ju`wtta in position. At the first sign of trouble, they would knock into each other... and they did. It only seemed as though the activation of [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration] and the furious attacks occurred at the same time.

Replicus was blessed with a triggering brilliance as Ju`wtte sparked from his Ju`wtta endlessly, wrapping him into a ball and continuing to heal him as he took damage.

No matter what happened, the Warmoth's Progeny wouldn't and couldn't let the Ju`wtta part from each other, otherwise, he would certainly meet his end.

Thankfully for him, the Ju`wtta were special.

As objects embedded into his very flesh and bones, they curated a skill that didn't have any cost requirements to cast in order to restore his body. Thus, the Warmoth could heal infinitely as long as he held the Ju`wtta together after the motion to bash them against each other. However, even so, Replicus wasn't sure this was sustainable in the face of what was to come. Amid the blurry, disentanglements of Rules, the flashing, whipping attacks of refined Null Life Essences soaring endless against him, he saw the soul of Caxellac started to shimmer brighter and brighter, the Serene Canvas behind it growing egregiously enormous! "Skullius..." Serenity said calmly. Replicus reckoned she didn't want him to panic. "Serene Grace consists of five attacks that all storm at the enemy in sequence. The first and second have already occurred. Well, the latter does not end. Whatever refined Null Life Essences are building and bounding towards you will not stop and they will only increase in number. Caxellac knows a lot about them, after all. Do not wait for the third, fourth and fifth attacks. We are lucky he doesn't have enough energy to increase the scale of his Serene Grace."

Replicus nodded.

He didn't feel like he could engage Serenity in a composed conversation right now.

Just thinking that Caxellac could have widened the potency and scale of his attacks even further than this thoroughly staggered him.

"The rest of the attacks - three in all - are called the Soul's Harmonising Tercet. All three attacks complement each other, and unless Divinity is employed, it is impossible to survive all three of them. Unfortunately, they also differ according to the user, much like Territories. If you are going to act, do it now."

Serenity said all this, but she already knew the Warmoth's Progeny was on it.

The first thing he did, his phantoms working in overdrive, was to summon the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow into upper left hand closed against its opposite to maintain [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration]. At the same time, a great, fantastical set of gorgeous, hooded robes, furiously rippling outward like a wide, ethereal veil of tiny diamonds and yellowish- red ash wrapped themselves around Replicus, accommodating each of his four arms well.

At once, the Warmoth's Progeny felt the embrace of the robes smother him in comfort and begin to rapidly analyse the incoming attacks.

Indeed, this set of robes belonged to the skill [Nullmancer's Royal Raiment of Acclimation]... which – quite like [Apostle Summon] and [Apostle Armament] - had been merged with [Epiphany] to create the Super skill [Unbridled Wisdom of the Ascended Nullmancer]!

Once this was done, Replicus called forth the Divine energy in the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow and began creating Blessings one after the other.

First, a Blessing that created a fundamental link between his mana cores and Null core, propagating a defined sense of cohesion between them.

Second, a Blessing that allowed his linked cores to be able to convert Null Life Essence into mana and vice versa given a trade-off of making the conversion rate be 1:10.

Third, a Blessing that allowed Replicus to do something that would stun every Incandescent Stager and high-Tier beast!

Even Serenity was stumped when she saw Replicus close his eyes and clasp his bottom hands together, making a rather ominous symbol with his fingers.

He then mobilised [Maximum Catalyst], using Progression on the mana flooding into him and converting it into Nitros!

Then he expanded the [Maximum Neutral] around him and infused it with said Nitros... as well as Null Life Essence he had to spare, and muttered in a powerful, determined voice.

"Majestic Territory Expulsion."