Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1471: Subjugating A Deity (8)

Nunax's dark hair whipped into the air, flying as dense tendrils everywhere possible.

Her Amras burst outward with a jarring flash of light and then the tiled space was changed in a series of ways.

Skullius had sensed her intent before she could actualise it. Thus, he expended a lot of Amras to strengthen the protection around the spectators. If he hadn't done so, they would have been caught in it, instantly.

A Fated Reef was formed just as Nunax's Amras flew out, engulfing everything.

And indeed, a Fated Reef was a naturally occurring phenomenon within the Broader Existences of Deities. It could be used as a platform for creating territories that a Deity could control, other than worlds. Many Deities had Fated Reefs in the great void where they, and perhaps their followers could rest and find refuge against the terrors of the void and other standard enemies.

A Fated Reef could be customized, quite like the Doom Knight the younger Skullius had fought earlier. It could be turned into a plane ruled almost entirely by an Exotic Parlous Nature of the Deity's choosing, for instance.

(A/N: Refer to Ch.1363.)

This… was exactly what Nunax decided to do with hers.

The tiled space suddenly changed. In an instant, great ethereal bubbles of light became the platform onto which the spectators and Skullius had to stand. The air and the sky were also littered with these bubbles, some of them clumped and some freelancing their way across the space.

They shimmered with a silvery-white hue, seeming almost harmless, mere objects of beauty to be admired.

But Skullius knew otherwise. He immediately had the spectators float upward, so that they wouldn't touch the bubbles. He too took flight for safety's sake.

'And of course, the tiles are rendered meaningless as well. If Nunax had used this immediately after she appeared, I wouldn't have even been able to apply that first gift.'

And from the looks of it, even the last gift was rendered meaningless as well, Skullius noticed. This Fated Reef, transformed by another light-based Exotic Parlous Nature, enclosed its targets and barred them from exiting without the permission of Nunax.

A lesser potential subjugator would have been done for, given all these circumstances.

…But the Hybrid Phantom Herald was no ordinary challenger.

He had already decided on how he was going to deal with Nunax. Funnily enough, deciding which method to use was harder than actually fighting the Corrupted Deity, after all, the future Hybrid had an endless number of ways to beat her. Some simply took longer than he would have liked, and some would exhaust his energies too quickly and for too long.

Future Skullius snapped his fingers and [Just Light] coalesced into a little hawk.

'Make sure those four don't get hit,' he commanded the little thing and it quickly flew over to Elita and the others.

Only after he felt the hawk establish a connection with the pulsing throngs of power protecting the spectators, did he finally turn his full attention to Nunax.

The Deity in that moment also resolved to attack the future Hybrid with all her might.

Seven more moons appeared around her, some shaped like polygonal prisms, and some like spheres, and some like mangled humanoids. They expelled beams of different-coloured lights and quaked lightly, as though the same kind of imprisoned being was stowed away in all of them, wrestling for freedom from the inside.

Before Skullius knew it, one of the moons, a triangular prism, expelled a lilac-coloured light that look on the shape of an arrow. It didn't come at him in a straight line. Instead, it attacked one of the glowing bubbles in the air and rebounded to another, then another, then another...

'Slick,' Skullius thought, and his body was engulfed in thousands of tiny bolts of Ju`wtte… and then a flash of golden white light.

The future Hybrid Warmoth vanished from where he previously stood, avoiding the arrow by an inch.

It followed after him, bouncing from bubble to bubble – or rather being reflected – at over two hundred times the speed of light.

It missed the Hybrid Warmoth by an inch every time, no matter how shrewd the path it took was.

Skullius wasn't warping, of course.

Instead, he was racing on the air, using a movement technique that combined Ju`wtte and [Just Light]. While using it, even to a Deity, it would look like he was warping skilfully, bending space to his whims.

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But no.

With his unique speed stats and this technique, Skullius was able to move at more than two hundred and fifty times the speed of light when he peaked!

Nunax would have had a hard time keeping track of his movements if she hadn't turned the tiled space into a Fated Reef where she could see everything in clear detail. She frowned. Another moon bathed her and the bubbles of ethereal light in an ominous glow, a bottle green one. At the same time, Nunax prompted all the bubbles in this space to move apart in patterns that only she could recognise.

The bubbles themselves mercilessly reflected portions of anything they touched. In essence, anything touched by them would be pulled and refracted, as though grazed by the isolated event horizon of a black hole.

With the bubbles moving in the patterns she dictated, Nunax still managed to make the lilac arrow aim for Skullius each time.

And on top of all this, the bottle green light she had summoned applied all the bubbles in the Fated Reef. Their glow obtained a tinge of green. It was the property of an Exotic Parlous Nature that would cause the target to suffer from a peculiar sort of radiation that would pierce their skin and decompose their cells, causing them to rapidly deteriorate in a cancerous fashion.

Now, if Skullius came into contact with the bubbles, he would suffer two-fold.

…And as though this wasn't enough, Nunax rushed after Skullius herself after obtaining a stronger scarlet-golden hue. Her power size grew again!

She was quick when she stormed down, rivalling her lilac arrow in speed.

Her moons followed, ready to conjure different kinds of power for her sake.

Skullius weaved in every conceivable direction and through every conceivable opening.

With a relaxed expression, he zoned out for a fraction of a nanosecond.

'I could have chosen to stay in bed with her, but I just had to deal with all this for that impulsive sockethole's sake,' he thought. 'Oh well…'

Without warning, and while leaving thousands of afterimages within the Fated Reef, he conjured two rings of Ju`wtte and specified certain limits for their function.

The advantage Nunax thought she had was about to disappear rather astonishingly.