Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 88 The Endgame (5)

BZZZT! BZZZT!

Raging red bolts of lightning roiled around within Skullius’ cosmetic body and he felt that they would detonate his body at any moment!

Just when he was so close, he was held back again!

His body was lit on fire, beginning to break down while Skullius ground his teeth. Though he couldn’t feel the pain from the flesh, the sheer odds stacked against him threatened to bring his will down!

‘Not yet! NOT YET!’ Skullius growled in his mind as he then brought his thoughts together to find a solution.

“Luminous Healing!” he yelled.

A stream of rejuvenating energy coursed through Skullius’ body as he activated the skill he had taken after defeating Dezrael!

Skullius felt the relaxing energy that gushed into him absorb mana from his core crazily and when it exhausted his current supply, he pulled on the mana from the ArchLight Generation Keeper!

His body that had been giving out began to pull itself together, the reddening and cracking that had been evident vanishing as the skill battled against the damage that the lightning inflicted!

Luminous Healing would continue to heal Skullius as long as he kept giving it mana!

If he stopped even for a moment, not only would his body break down again, but that would incite the cooldown to take effect!_.

However…

‘This isn’t enough!’ Skullius thought as he prepared his next move.

Benzard who had thought that this would be an easy kill was surprised to see Skullius’ body recovering, battling against his lightning!

‘Still putting up a fight, huh? I respect that. I’ll just have to… hmmm?’

From the human that was impaled by his sword, facing the doors ahead, Benzard saw his recovering hand turn in his direction, palm open wide as in the next moment, a purplish orange tint battled against the prevailing red to bring forth a large fireball!

Skullius’ head had turned back to this man with the eerie red tattoo and he wore a determined face while activating his only fire type skill!

[Bitter-Sweet Hell’s Inferno!]

Skullius unleashed the roaring flame, but didn’t aim for Benzard directly.

He aimed at the man’s feet, recalling how Eldris had shrugged off the flame easily in Fulgardt’s Hall!

His intent was to provide some cover for himself to reach the door instead!

The ball of fire produced a profound heat and light as soon as it reached Benzard’s feet, a resplendent explosion consuming both men!

Flames roared and a light resounding tremor ensued!

Skullius jumped out of the explosion, the ArchLight Generation Keeper having protected him from the flame that was most definitely weaker than Benzard’s lightning at this moment!

The Discount Human leapt towards the doors, his non-existent heart beating as he had almost reached his goal!

YET!

BZZT!

The ground trembled, a quaking that made even the double doors vibrate occurring as a bolt of lightning as thick as a human arm aimed itself at Skullius!

Skullius saw a brighter tinge of red coming from behind and the panic he felt was unmatched!

His mind used up every single point of intelligence it could muster to think of a solution but its computing power wasn’t faster than lightning!

The bright lightning flashed and blasted against Skullius, the ArchLight Generation Keeper only being able to hold for a few brief moments before the Discount Human it protected lost his leg and part of his torso!

They disintegrated under the majesty of the blood coloured lightning, the remains of Skullius smashing hard against the doors and falling down the stairs with the same grace as that of a brick!

Fizzy ‘blood’ tried to sprinkle from the charred and severed parts of Skullius but ultimately failed as even the helmet that Skullius donned began to fall apart.

The Discount Human had a single arm left, with a full leg gone, the other being burnt to a crisp.

The ArchLight Generation Keeper barely had any points of durability left, with each decrease coming a fall in a portion of its defence.

Benzard emerged from the remnants of the flames, his figure covered by a red film of energy that outlined his shape.

He looked at the pitiful image of Skullius that tried to get up. The Discount Human tried to lift himself up but unfortunately, his limbs couldn’t handle it.

Luminous Healing had begun its cooldown the moment there wasn’t anything left to heal.

He rolled and leaned against the double doors.

From under them, he felt powerful wisps of darkness and light that resonated with him, seeming more powerful than the darkness he had seen so far.

He had wondered what was so special about [Evil Darkness] as it was what he was most familiar with.

What it could do was still a vague area for him and the wisps he felt on the other side of these doors seemed to hold the answer.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he would get the chance to know what truly was [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light].

Benzard stared down at Skullius, Reon coming to stand beside him.

“I didn’t think you had such power all this time. You had us fooled,” Benzard said.

“I already assumed the worst after we split up but I have to ask. What became of Denille or Irlen?” Reon asked while raising his sword.

He was still under the compulsion to kill Skullius, but he still asked as he wanted to know.

Benzard couldn’t bring himself to ask. It had seemed exceedingly strange that Skullius was running around alone this whole time, but he had his fair share of troubles that weighed on him to bother asking about it.

Reon however, bothered to inquire.

He felt no pity for Skullius, as even while under another being’s control, his eyes showed his indifference at killing Skullius.

The Discount Human’s damaged face looked up at Reon.

The question that had been posed to him made him recall that hateful woman whom he wanted to kill eventually and an emotion welled up in him.

He had reached this fore warned event.

Another point where his life was to be snuffed out by stronger beings who saw him as nothing more than a pawn, however…

Why would he tell these guys any good news about Denille or Irlen?

Why would he provide any comfort or closure to the people who wanted to kill him?

Just like he had done when they had asked about Eobald’s fate, Skullius’ nature burned with a desire to give them one last flesh you.

He wished Denille had met the most cruel death by his bony hands but the least he could do was fabricate one and hope that these two would find sorrow in it.

“Kek… right. I watched her get fleshed up. She was turned inside out… crying and screaming for Eobald… hehe. But honestly, I just wish that…”

Reon’s face scrunched up while Benzard frowned slightly from hearing Skullius words.

However, that wasn’t all.

An ominous air coiled around Skullius as he continued to speak.

“… |THE SAME WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU|…”