Chapter 84 : Chapter 84
Chapter 84. Ultimate Move
The ground beneath General Victor’s feet cracked inch by inch.
Yet he still managed to withstand the blow.
However, a clear fracture burst across the blade of his sturdy broadsword, and freezing energy poured wildly out from the crack.
“Holy Flame Burn!”
Helena raised her Holy Sword high.
Golden flames once again wrapped around the monster’s wounded leg, suppressing the writhing flesh that was trying to regenerate.
Now!
Sylvia moved.
She was as fast as a streak of silver lightning.
The twin swords Moonfall and Starfall in her hands traced dazzling arcs, striking with absolute precision toward the wound whose regeneration had slowed under the burning holy light.
SPLURT!
The blades plunged in.
Silver Battle Energy exploded inside the wound, shredding the flesh that had just begun to regenerate.
“ROAR!”
The Skeleton King recoiled in pain and swept its sword horizontally in retaliation.
Sylvia lightly tapped the ground with her toes.
Her body drifted backward at an impossible angle, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.
Meanwhile, within the shadows of the battlefield, a golden figure darted about like a phantom.
Lilith clenched her teeth, her small face tense.
“Damn it! This is not what we agreed on yesterday!”
She muttered under her breath.
Her hands rapidly formed complex seals as chains composed of gray Nullification power appeared out of thin air.
Like parasitic worms clinging to bone, they wrapped themselves around the Skeleton King’s arm that wielded the greatsword.
These techniques, which were a natural disaster for mages, had only a minimal effect on the monster.
But they were not completely useless.
The polluted energy covering the monster’s body showed a slight stagnation and distortion whenever it came into contact with the Anti-Magic runes.
As a result, its entire body became slightly slower and more rigid.
That tiny disruption created precious breathing space for Victor and Sylvia.
“Nice work, little elf!”
Victor shouted a quick compliment.
Lilith felt like crying.
She truly did not want to fight in a high-level battle like this.
Seeing this, Helena also pointed her Holy Sword toward her allies.
“Holy Flame Blessing!”
Three gentle rays of white light descended upon Victor, Sylvia, and Lilith respectively.
A layer of sacred flame was added to their weapons.
Working together, the four of them truly managed to hold back the monster amid the storm-like onslaught.
But everyone knew it was only temporary.
Each time General Victor blocked an attack, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
Sylvia’s breathing had also become rapid.
Behind them, Logaris West stood with his eyes closed as immense magical power gathered around him.
The glove embedded with three gemstones on his left hand now radiated unprecedented brilliance.
Then the gemstones dimmed one after another.
It was as if all the energy had been instantly drained and poured into a bottomless abyss.
The surrounding space began to distort visibly.
The scenery grew blurred, like viewing the world through a trembling layer of water.
Faint black aura began leaking uncontrollably from the left side of Logaris West’s body, circling around him.
His aura became violent and unstable.
His black hair fluttered wildly in the wind.
The refined face that had always been calm and composed now appeared almost ferocious under the pressure of the immense power gathering within him.
He no longer resembled the strategist mage who calmly directed everything.
Instead, he looked more like a demon from the abyss about to break free from its chains.
The Skeleton King possessed no intelligence.
Yet its beast-like instincts sensed the dangerous power gathering behind it.
It suddenly abandoned Victor.
Its enormous body turned as it raised the flesh-forged greatsword high above its head, aiming directly at Logaris West behind them.
“Not good!”
Sylvia’s heart skipped a beat.
“Not a chance!”
General Victor’s eyes widened in fury.
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, unleashing the little Battle Energy he had left without reservation.
“Ultimate Technique—Frostfall Cataclysm!”
A surge of freezing energy erupted from his body.
He transformed into a streak of ice-blue sword light, slashing viciously toward the monster’s sword-wielding arm from the left.
At the same time, Sylvia made the same decision.
Determination flashed across her silver-gray eyes as she poured all her remaining power into her twin swords.
“Ultimate Technique—Moonfall Cascade!”
A brilliant torrent of silver sword energy descended like a celestial river pouring from the heavens.
It slashed toward the monster’s arm from the right.
From the left and the right.
One ice-blue, one silver-white.
The two powerful sword techniques carved magnificent arcs through the air and struck the Skeleton King’s arm simultaneously.
CRACK!
The arm gripping the polluted greatsword was severed into three pieces.
But the price was enormous.
Sylvia had nearly exhausted all her strength.
Her face turned pale, and even the hand holding her sword trembled slightly.
Forcing herself to use a sword technique beyond her current realm had already pushed her body far beyond its limits.
But they had succeeded.
“Fall back!”
Logaris West’s voice rang out.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
Everyone immediately retreated.
Logaris West extended his right hand forward.
His five fingers curled slightly as he roared the name of the spell in a voice so deep it barely sounded like his own.
“Spatial Ultimate Technique—Klein Execution Bottle!”
Buzz—
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
No dazzling elemental blast.
Instead, a bottle-shaped spatial model composed of countless transparent crystal lattices suddenly appeared in the air.
Its structure was so complex that it defied comprehension.
It instantly enveloped the Skeleton King’s towering body.
The monster froze the moment it was trapped within the model.
It swung its severed arm in confusion, attempting to attack.
Yet it could not touch any boundary of the model’s interior or exterior.
In the next second, a sudden transformation occurred.
At some tiny point on its body, a minute crack appeared.
The crack curled inward and devoured all light.
Then the crack multiplied and spread at a geometric rate, instantly covering its entire body.
“ROAR—!!!”
An incomprehensible agony originating from the depths of its soul forced the mindless monster to unleash its first truly agonized roar since its arrival.
Before the eyes of Sylvia and the others, a scene that shattered all understanding unfolded.
The towering monster over ten meters tall seemed to transform into a bizarre sculpture made of countless shattered mirrors.
Every wound on its body produced a strange phenomenon of infinite inward spirals leading into nothingness.
Its body was being sliced, folded, and dissected from the most microscopic level by the spatial construct known as the Klein Bottle.
Then those fragments were sent into an “inner space” that logically could not exist.
The Skeleton King struggled wildly.
It roared silently.
Yet its world-destroying power now appeared utterly powerless.
Its enormous body continued to be cut apart, folded, and dismantled within the silent and surreal spectacle.
Finally, together with its greatsword and its last roar, it turned into the purest void and dissipated into the air.
As though it had never existed at all.
Rime Valley returned to silence.
Thud.
Logaris West’s body trembled violently.
He could barely remain standing.
Blood flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
“Loga!”
Sylvia cried out.
Ignoring her own weakness, she rushed forward and caught him just before he collapsed.
“You…”
She looked at his pale face.
Instinctively, she reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his eye.
Logaris West forced his eyes open.
His right eye remained the familiar pale blue, cold and rational.
But his left eye…
Had turned into a strange crimson color, like a frozen sea of blood.
Sylvia’s outstretched hand froze in midair.
Shock flashed across her silver-gray eyes.
What… was that?
Logaris West immediately realized what had happened.
He instinctively raised his gloved left hand and quickly wiped across his left eye.
When he lowered his hand, the eye had already returned to its normal pale blue.
It was as though the previous sight had only been an illusion.
“I am fine…”
He gasped, his voice hoarse.
He offered no explanation.
Sylvia looked at him.
Her gaze carried shock and confusion.
But in the end, she asked nothing.
Now is not the time, she told herself.
She simply draped his arm over her shoulder and helped him walk away from the area.