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Chapter 1006  What Should Not Be Cut

At the stime…

Skullius was free from the halting command, at last. Its stacked effect had worked against the counteracting effect of his [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance] skill, making it take longer to restore his mobility.

The Hybrid Luman hadn't suffered too much as a result, only losing a significant amount of mana from the barrage of unreal attacks that cafter. He knew this expense was costing the Attegoth its ability to protect itself.

However, now was not the tto be worrying about that. The best thing he could do, was to end the battle in here quickly.

The Ode doubted he could.

It was visible on his face.

He had an evil smile that carried forth the rage he still felt from having being beaten down so terribly before. Skullius knew that the brat knew, if it weren't for that granny interrupting him earlier, he would have been done for, and that card was still in play for the Ode.

The young man manifested another weapon from his twenty-five-weapon set; a product of his Emporium Red flame. It was a glaive with a blade that was constantly fuming with red flames!

The brat looked particularly happy to wield it. Almost as happy as he was to give the command – along with the old folk – for Skullius to stop moving again.

Yet… Skullius was ready.

With both the suppressed Bashful Abomination and Demion's Dance in his lightly outlined glowing hands, he slashed… continuously.

Skullius didn't know what it was about the [Infinite Sword God] skill.

It was like how standing on a cliff, for speople, encouraged them to jump down to their deaths. That sfeeling of just engaging with great temptation without caring for the consequences, an unreasonable sensation to mess around and find out, was what he felt every the actively used this skill in his slashes.

Throughout the entire battle, Skullius had been learning all it had to offer, and he finally reaching the pinnacle of what the Infinite Sword God was capable of.

Unseen by all, Skullius' hands blurred as he slashed in the direction of the giants and the Ode. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

To anyone who might have been able to see what he was doing in his cage of radiance, they would have thought he was simply slicing sfloating vegetables.

However, in reality…

"STO—" the Ode began when… his lips chipped continuously as though pressed through a shredder, his teeth sliced into sharp, white shards, his tongue filleted finely like a fish, and his jaw mutilated into neat, even bloody columns!

The cruel slashes did not stop until they butchered everything to where the Ode's tongue ended, leaving him looking quite unsightly.

Shockingly, the four giants had received the streatment, and in the scapacity, despite their size.

Suddenly, blood had littered the pretty prairie, and an odd silence overtook the Territory.

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Skullius, vague as he was, remained in his masterful stance with the two different swords, seemingly lost in the sensation he had felt just now.

Yes. Yes, it was pretty exhilarating.

He couldn't have known, even with the WILLS of Fulgardt that this was how it felt.

"So, this is how it feels like to cut a voice?" he said.

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The Infinite Sword God's voice sounded rather loud to those who had just had their own voice minced.

His words were especially terrifying for the Ode who died immediately after hearing them, only to emerge from the large Thriving Green flwith a shaken, pale look on his face.

'No… No, that can't be!' he thought, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He ground his teeth in fury.

There was no way!

How could it be?!

Cutting a voice?! Nonsense!

Who was this man fooling? He had just sliced off their mouths before they could speak!

The Ode's giants healed as they had done before, and at his command, they opened their mouths to speak again.

They all yelled "STOP" at the exact time.

The Hybrid Luman wore a small smile.

His swords moved, rending something more than just the air.

He felt exactly what it was, soft but resilient, tear apart when Demion's Dance and the Bashful Abomination assaulted it.

It had been like a large cloth, soaring towards him with surety.

Sound travelled, after all.

Skullius knew it. Voices travelled in sound's coattails.

To the Hybrid Luman, as soon as he had thought about something like cutting a voice, such a thing without a physical form, had beca target for his blade.

To his enemies, once they spoke, nothing happened, and Skullius made it a point to show them this by moving slowly forward right after the four commands had been sent!

The Ode shook.

"No! That's not a thing! No one can do that!" he screamed.

He couldn't accept it.

To accept that his power was rendered useless… that his unique trait, so rare in Maqi that he had been the second human to have it since the Grand Wars, was useless…

No way!

Of course, the young man couldn't have known, what the [Infinite Sword God] truly was.

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[Infinite Sword God (Super) | Lv.1]

You are one who cuts ALL things as long as you can envision it, whether with a blade or with a mere fingernail.

<Passive Effect>

· Enhances the efficiency of all swords wielded by 500%

· A field of imperceptible slashes constantly protect the user and may automatically improve their own potency if need be through increasing mana output

· The user can freely understand the effects and intent of any sword in their proximity

· The user will be dragged into a flow state whenever they feel enlightened, with the extent of the effect judged by their own understanding of what is possible or otherwise

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<Active>

[Sword Style I: Absolute Severance Divine Sword Arts]

Every three minutes, the user is allowed a ten-second period where natural concepts and principles becsubmissive to their sword's sadistic desires, allowing them to easily cut apart that which can only be mended by Divine and Divine-conceived powers.

-Sub-skill: Absolute Sever-

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[Sword Style II: Slow Ghost Divine Sword Art]

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[Sword Style III: Unmotivated Bender Divine Sword Art]

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[Sword Style IV: Beyond-Scale Critical Divine Sword Art]

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The skill Skullius was currently using had varying styles that he could tap into, all with different purpose but similar in the level of power and efficiency.

Skullius had never hoped to learn them all during this battle. He hadn't had the tto. However, this particular application he had learned, or rather convinced himself was possible, was certainly a frightening boon.

The Ode roared, and his giant, living constructs rushed towards Skullius instead of trying to immobilise him with words.

The Secondary assault of the Territory, which he had worked so hard to craft after amassing a lot of knowledge and using a considerable number of Creeds, was still active after all, and the weapons of his minions were bolstered significantly. All the Ode needed to do was to make sure Skullius got hit. Even if that failed, he could stall until his Tertiary assault mechanism was ready, that would secure his victory.

'I WON'T LOSE!'

The crimson-haired young man rushed towards Skullius as well.

The Hybrid Luman watched the enemy's approach.

"It ends here," he said confidently.

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Three disturbing things followed his declaration.

The Hybrid Luman slashed with [Absolute Sever] in all directions with his tremendous speed.

Almost at the stime, his [OverLight] vanished, leaving him looking as he had been before acquiring [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance].

Right after, he then felt his enlightenment in the sword, fade.

Both the Ode and Skullius were shaken.

The Territory shattered, but instead of feeling victorious, Skullius' brows furrowed.

This time, he employed nature to sense it clearly from a different perspective.

The Preeminent Attegoth… was soon to be lost.