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"STOP! LOOK HERE!" One of the mbers shouted, garnering Arthur's attention.
Looking toward him, Arthur saw the mber extending his arm toward a group of patients.
They were all gagged and roped, with tears leaking out of their eyes as they were thrown helplessly into a corner.
"MOVE AND I'LL BURN THEM ALL!" The mber shouted as his extended arm suddenly caught fire.
Arthur looked at him with a calm and collected gaze, his eyes montarily flickering towards the patients.
Then, a maniacal mad smile spread on his lips as he stepped forward.
"Go ahead, do it." His monocle reflected the faint light of the fire. Sweat trickled down the mber's panicked face now.
"I-I'll really burn them all down. Y-you don't want that to happen do you?"
But Arthur didn't listen as he stepped forward, his smile spreading wider.
The mber finally lost it and launched a flaming ball toward the patients.
But as soon as he released it from his arm, the ball suddenly beca caught in a circular barrier.
A golden strip circulated like a ring around the transparent golden barrier with Roman black numbers engraved on it.
It was the sa move that Arthur had displayed in the Slave Center.
The mber's eyes widened as his attack was caught, his face instantly turning to find Arthur not there anymore.
And then, he felt a sharp force from behind as his hair was grabbed by Arthur.
"You shouldn't stand too close to clovists, the first rule of fights," Arthur said cockingly.
And then, Arthur grabbed his head, pulling it as it was torn off his body.
A shower of blood sprayed in the air as the mbers and patients around him were bathed in blood.
The ring strip running around the barrier also suddenly spun at an insane speed.
It caused the fireball inside to suddenly start getting smaller before it eventually disappeared. Arthur grinned as he kicked the headless body into the wall, ignoring the patients.
He walked towards the remaining two shivering mbers as they watched him, covered in blood.
His golden eye shone through his bloody monocle, sending the fear of death into them. "N-n-n-no pl-p-please, I don't want to die!" One of them turned his back, running off. The last mber followed as well, starting to run towards the stairs.
But just as they took three steps, two flaming black daggers cut through the air.
They cleanly cut through the mber's necks, sending their heads flying before disappearing as well.
It didn't even take a second. One mont, they were intact and then, they were sent flying.
The speed of the daggers was so fast.
It was one of Arthur's council seats.
Their headless bodies slumped to the ground as well, leaving the floor silent.
Arthur's grin finally disappeared, returning his face to a neutral cold expression.
He gave a montary glance to the patients who were shivering traumatizingly in the corner. Then, he turned sharply, his bloody coat flapping in the air, ignoring the mber's bodies as well.
All of the 6 mbers were mid to high 3rd order/tier clovists and arntists.
Yet, Arthur had taken care of them like they were toys to him. Trash to just clear up.
His cane tapped against the cold hard ground as he walked on the floor.
Eventually, he found another staircase.
It led to the floor below.
It was the last staircase he would see as the floor below was the lowest floor.
Arthur took a step down, but as he did, the stair-stepped in a little.
A chanical voice rang out on the floor as if clogs were spinning.
And then, multiple piercing sounds were heard in the air as Arthur remained completely motionless.
In the next mont....
SHEENG! SHING! SHIING! SHUNG! THUNG!
A barrage of spears, swords, arrows, and daggers launched at Arthur from various directions.
But just like previously, all of them were stopped within a ter of him.
Their forms vibrated in the air as if they were struggling against sothing.
But like he had said before, it was Arthur's ability.
Or, the ability granted to him from the Chronotic, the ti eye in his eye socket.
The ability's na was Tiless.
It allowed Arthur to essentially not only manipulate ti, but also manipulate it down to the smallest intervals possible, also called plankseconds.
With this capability, he could forward, reverse, or stop ti however he wanted using his
mana.
One of its applications was what he called a Chronicity.
The weapons in front of him weren't stopped in ti. No, they were actually moving.
But, Arthur was reversing ti for them continuously to the point that they kept ending up in
the sa position.
This was why they were vibrating.
They were just stuck in that position forever, making any object or entity unable to touch
Arthur unless they could break through the temporal barrier.
The downside of Chronicity was the large usage of mana but also the manual application of it.
For the first, Arthur just kept reversing ti on himself as well, essentially recovering his
mana over and over.
Making it endless.
The main problem was the second one. Even till now, Arthur had been unable to find a proper
solution for it.
He wanted the chronicity to be automated but it was impossible till now. Nevertheless, Chronicity was just one of the endless applications of Tiless.
Eyeing the weapons for a second, Arthur turned back to the stairs.
Simultaneously, the weapons in front of him disintegrated into invisible dust.
Just like that. Arthur had reversed ti for them to a point where they never existed, essentially breaking them down.
Focusing his attention back to the stairs, Arthur started walking down.
At the sa ti, his eye reverted back to its original crimson state.
Step. Step. Step.
Arthur arrived in front of two large tal doors at the end of the stairs.
Grabbing the tallic handles, he tried to twist them open but they wouldn't budge.
'Hmmm.'
Taking a step back, two shadows sprang out of the shadows to his right and left.
And then, with one push, the doors flew open, creating a loud noise.
And as his eyes saw the scene inside, Arthur's eyes widened.
***
Amon raised his scaly arm.
His fingers were scaly and long now while being pointy and sharp at the end like dragon nails.
Golden energy veins ran throughout the whole floor, making Amon realize they were mana
branches.
He could see everything now.
Every structure and flow of mana through his golden slit eyes.
Gazing into the darkness of the floor from where he crashed, he was able to distinguish it very
easily now.
Two shadowy forms launched at him at breakneck speeds.
But unlike before, Amon could see it clearly now.
Even though it would have been insanely difficult for him to follow before, their forms were
like slow turtles now.
His cold and collected eyes followed their forms as they arrived before him.
Amon also saw his hooded face and body now.
One of them launched an axe kick at his head from above like before.
While the other ducked and slashed his daggers at Amon's abdon and thighs.
But...
There was a clear difference that gave the illusion and real one away now.
The one above....
He had no golden mana veins running through his body, making it clear that he was just an
illusion.
While the one below...
The kick phased through Amon's head, like the illusion it was.
At the sa ti, a clean piercing slash rang through the air was the daggers ca near
Amon.
But the latter was prepared now as he his thighs and abdon suddenly turned to smoke.
The daggers cleanly phased through his body, making the attacker's eyes widen.
It also left him montarily guardless.
And that was also Amon's opportunity.
He grabbed his daggers with both hands, using [Void Touch] to its maximum.
Purple disintegrating cracks instantly spread throughout their forms and the illusionist realized what was happening.
He quickly tried to let himself free but was suddenly taken by surprise as threads looped
around his arms and legs.
They cut into his body while Amon unleashed a torrent of flas at his daggers, almost
breaking them down.
"NO!" The illusionist finally scread as he unleashed a barrage of water tides, throwing Amon back.
But Amon didn't let him go.
Even though his flas and touch was disrupted...
He pulled at his threads with full force, also using them as a ans of support.
And then...
SQUELCH! SNAP!
A fleshy sound rang out as a hand flew in the air, landing in the clean waves.
Blood started to stain the floor and water as the dead hand rested on the ground.
And at the sa ti, a shrieking scream rang out from the illusionist, realizing his hand was
cut.
Losing himself in his anger, he launched at Amon with his illusions.
And...
It wasn't one illusion this ti.
illusions were launched at Amon.
However, Amon remained completely calm, fixing his gaze on all of them as they surrounded
him.
He could see through all of them.
A barrage of kicks and punches were thrown at him, with the real one mixed in them.
However...
Amon raised his scaly arm, clenching his fist.
And instantly, all of the illusions disappeared, leaving the real one behind him.
Amon imdiately turn, his arm launching forward as he grabbed the illusionist's head.
The latter started to struggle under Amon's tight grip.
But Amon remained motionless in his spot, his cold eyes fixated on the illusionist.
"[Void Flas]." His indifferent voice echoed.
And then, a torrent of flas engulfed his arm and the illusionist, lighting up the whole floor
in an athyst glow.
And what occurred next was the constant screaming of the illusionist as his body was turned into a pile of ashes.
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