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Chapter 1301: Free Favours

Chapter 1301: Free Favours



It seemed Fulgardt had just about had his fill of sharing. Skullius' remark triggered something in him that prompted him to stand.

"As you have no intention of restraining me, I should think I'm free to leave," he said and the chair under him dissipated.

Skullius had a lot he wanted to ask. Just now, Fulgardt had spoken about something called the Great Rending, but he had been a step late in asking what it was because of everything else the Immoral spilled after.

Skullius also wanted to ask about the utilisation of Corrupted Deities, but unlike the subject of the Wanderer, he knew for sure Fulgardt wouldn't be coerced into teaching him about it.

"Is the Great Rending the formation of reality?" the Hybrid Warmoth asked.

Fulgardt scoffed.

"Make of it what you will," he said and then he turned to the First Horn who had been silently listening the whole time. "I hope for your sake that you chose the right Insurgent Magnus. I truly wouldn't want to see Maqi die so pitifully in the future, especially at the hands of someone who doesn't belong."

With that, he gave Skullius a sharp look and vanished along with Rias.

Skullius shook his head.

"Well, that was abrupt," he said to himself. "I couldn't have pushed him to stay though." He wondered where Fulgardt was off to. If he didn't have access to the Labyrinth, what would he do about his goals? Skullius had thought about enlisting Fulgardt's help in killing Boron, but he didn't trust the Immoral enough for that. He discarded any notion that proposed Fulgardt collaborating with.

"Mind bringing me out of the dark?" Elita by his side asked. She had figured it wouldn't be possible to squeeze herself into Skullius and Fulgardt's conversation given all the context she was missing.

"When we're out of here," Skullius said and he stood, facing the First Horn. "We shall proceed as we talked about before, but not right now. I will come to collect the Ode and the hag when the crisis on Aigas had ended. Until then, I hope you can defend yourself well."

The Ode leaned forward from his bowl.

"You defended our honour minutes ago. Why would you sully it with such a hope? Of course, our nation will stand."

Skullius had no doubts about that, at least where mortal Cavern were concerned. If Divine ones cropped up...

"Yeah. He'll rush to kill me," Skullius chuckled.

"But, don't the Deities already know everything that happens on Aigas anyway?" Elita asked.

Skullius had considered this. He didn't have a straight answer.

"I imagine it's not so easy for Deities to spy on everything Divines do, even on their worlds," he said and he looked up into the darkened sky. "Ah, time to do that favour for the First

Horn."

Flocks of Cavern were flying in aggressively, intent on ruining Maqi. It had finally dawned on the main forces of these creatures that the numbers they had sent to Maqi had been obliterated. Skullius could sense two Divine Cavern among them.

He conjured the Noboboyama at once. The great Phantasmic Retainer emerged, tall and broad

as ever, its darkness more extravagant than that of the night.

Skullius had imbued portions of both his Majestic Territories, Aphotic Catacomb of the Daemon and Purified Cadaver's Impartial Felicity into each of his Retainers so that he could use the effects of the Territories much more conveniently.

The Noboboyama groaned and the suddenly, a wall of light flooded from its face, travelling to

meet the Cavern. When the Cavern were met by the light, their defences were stripped away, flesh and skills alike. And then, an unending series of ruthless dark slashes ripped them all - all three million of them - to bits in a less than a breath.

And then all that remained, were the Divine Cavern who were practically immune to powers of

this level.

Skullius sighed.

Not these disappointments again.

They were simply canon fodder to him. What purpose did they even serve?