Bro, I'm not an Undead! Chapter 1707: Legacy (1)

Voices.

Indeed, it ant nothing in the end.

In that mont, Boron found that the only reason he was still able to keep it together – to keep everything together – was because of his stalwart will. It was invigorated, or rather, it had been, until Skullius quickly crushed him with unruly, unreasonably overwhelming might.

In the end, even that will didn't amount to much either. There was a layered devastation in that realization.

Voices.

Now, his will was fading, losing all its festering liveliness. How could it not, when Boron himself was missing a good third of his body now? Both his vaguely defined flesh and Broader Existence had been hit, and it was indeed fatal.

thought the Deity.

Voices.

Just like it was on Koreen Paradis, when the Divines trampled on the mortals as they wished. They felt like a different species altogether, with their haughtiness and might.

Was Skullius the sa in Boron's eyes, though?

Boron considered the trendously mighty being a distance from him.

He was different.

Even now, when Boron was assuredly defeated, Skullius didn't look down on him.

thought Boron, teeth gritted.

Voices.

A blink earlier, he had attacked with everything he had, resisting Skullius and his stance.

…But the great throng of energy he had sent out had never posed a threat to the Sovereign of Refined Anarchy – just as he (Skullius) had said.

As it ca, Skullius had manifested a large sheet of paper from his hand and spread it before him. Besides its color, it looked no firr than a regular piece of paper, yet the invisible mass hurtling towards him was absorbed into the page, which then scrunched in on itself… and swiftly turned into a giant, blue rune that whipped forth and bashed into Boron's chest before he could fathom its speed.

That had been checkmate.

The agony from the wound was driving Boron nuts, but it might have been a rcy when compared to the… voices.

said Boron morosely.

Skullius drifted close to him. He didn't deal the final blow, though.

Was it hesitation? Boron certainly thought so. It angered him.