Bro, I'm not an Undead!

288 Final Act (2)

Tulnas flew a very great distance, smashing into the wall on the other side as bits of popping colours like fireworks sprang up all around him, spawning from the chest where a powerful palm strike had slammed into him!

The distance he flew was quite vast given the fact that three separate large scale battles had taken place here without either disturbing the other.

Him flying to the other side from where he was initially was a strength feat for Guissepo on its own!

Bradd's sand was blown away with a peculiar burst of force which rushed from Guissepo's body, the giant bear's body appearing as it withdrew quickly to Tulnas side, Alphat who had been floating above the sand sea doing the same.

Guissepo looked at Gwendelina who stood dazed with blood trickling from her neck, with a subdued smile.

"The draw on Primus has been extravagantly reduced because of a few of our own's deaths. Go and help the others and begin the connection for the sacrifice for that girl with an extravagant blessing. I'll bring the rest half-alive. Except perhaps one," he said as he patted the Mage's shoulder.

Gwendelina promptly nodded as she came to her senses, rushing back to the invisible barrier where she seamlessly passed through and went to assist.

Guissepo then focused on the figures of these heathens, half of them rushing up to Tulnas who coughed blood as he dislodged himself out of the wall he had been imprinted to.

The Guild leader dropped and stumbled, his torso now laid bare with his powerful muscles twitching as the single strike from Guissepo had torn both his layers of armour.

He waved his hands to dismiss his two tamed beasts as he groaned.

'Argh... my blades can perfectly mess with the elements, what's his excuse?' Tulnas thought as he held his head.

In his mind, he was still hung up on the fact that Guissepo had seemingly ignored Gwendelina's cage of lightning and the wind barrier to appear between the two and knock him him away without a problem.

He could do so because his two sword swords were Unique rarity items that had the ability to sample energies and replicate their signature which then gave Tulnas the ability to manipulate a target's energy-type ability.

Because he had been blasted multiple times with lightning, both his blades had sampled that element and when he had flung his short sword at the Mage's wind barrier, that had effectively led it to sample the wind element she produced.

But Guissepo...

He had just waltzed into the destructive powers without taking damage.

'Either my assumption was right or it has something to do with his blessing instead. Though, that would beg the question on what this is then..." Tulnas thought as he saw the lingering bits of multi-coloured fireworks that were just now dying down from his chest.

He forced himself to stand as Natalika and Ginie rushed up to him.

"Are you hurt badly?" asked Natalika as she supported him.

"Un, un, let me help," Ginie said as she was about to use her Mage-Form Mimicking Art.

"It's alright. I'm fine. No need to waste energy when our enemy is still at full health, uh..." Tulnas replied as he stood strong despite the several broken bones in his body.

His confidence could still be seen.

He suddenly shook his head as if responding to another unheard question.

"Not yet, I'm fine," he mumbled with a click of his tongue. "Using that for something like this would be a stupid trade off."

He then looked at Skullius' approaching figure along with Red Rage.

"Glad you're still alive," Tulnas said with a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, sure," Skullius said. "I thought you died from that blow."

"Not yet. Though someone will be soon, if we don't hurry."

Tulnas expression changed as he looked to activity behind the barrier.

"But....we have to deal with him first," Tulnas pointed at Guissepo who smiled as he took subdued strides towards them, his voice crossing over the large distance to reach the group.

"You all seem a little drained after your battles. It'd be a shame if someone were to take extravagant advantage of the situation and put you all down like the heathens you are..." Guissepo said, prompting for everyone to turn cautious.

Tulnas walked forward but he then realised that he didn't have his swords anymore. He had dropped them when he was struck by the powerful impact of Guissepo's palm strike.

'Dammit.'

From the over two hundred meter distance the Evenfall cultist continued to speak.

"Did you know, there are only three steps to an extravagant victory?" he said as he stopped moving, his eyes gleaming innocently.

"The build-up."

"The trajectory."

"And.... the kill."

WHOOSH!

As soon as he finished his sentence, Guissepo bolted forward but his movement was...

It was... dangerously fast!

The air visibly blew air from his speed, washing over the party as he took two steps to cover the distance!

And with this movement that he took, no one had seen his advance until he was right before his first victim, his palm already delivering a fatal attack!

POW!

With an extraordinarily harsh force of impact that razed through the ground and air behind the individual who had been struck, bits of multi-coloured fireworks sparkled around the body as blood flew along with entrails and torn flesh!

Everyone's eyes opened wide from shock at both the speed and sudden movement as well as the fatality that was before them!

"You're an anomaly I'm not willing to tolerate. Be glad that I at least granted you an extravagant death," Guissepo said as he pulled his arm out of the victim whose entire torso he had just blown a hole through!

He then gently held the individual's head as they turned pale and twitched, unable to even scream in pain as the light of life instantly started to die out from them!

"U...n..."

Ginie tried to speak as she was gently placed on the ground while bleeding from her mouth, Guissepo giving her a rather sympathetic look.

Two individuals showed expressions with an emotion beyond terror at this moment, as they both felt turbulent emotion but for different reasons.

At the same time, a blade laced in blue light stormed through the air as a bloodthirsty Aura thundered down on Guissepo's neck!

'Demented Blindsword Technique, Crazy Cleave!'

Natalika flared with subdued rage as she attacked with her full might. She held herself back from acting solely from anger as she tactfully spammed her sword attacks at Guissepo to give time for someone to do something about the situation!

Guissepo easily dodged, his body turning into a hazy outline as he slipped away from Natalika's Aura covered blade.

The blindfolded swordswoman gritted her teeth and went for another strike, but Guissepo merely gave a sympathetic smile as his eyes focused on the two figures running up to Ginie, one with a quick pace, the other... with hesitation.

Tulnas reached Ginie's body as his heart raced.

'Dammit! Dammit! I should have kept her at her safer distance!' he thought as he sweated, his hands actually quivering with indecision and fright.

Two of ladies were in trouble now and he had a single trump card that could only save one of them when activated but... if he chose to sacrifice it for another one of his cards, he could save the other!

"Bro...ther...." Ginie said as her mouth leaked blood, her tiny hands reaching for him as she convulsed in pain with her eyes dreadfully bloodshot!

Tulnas gritted his teeth as one part of him wanted him to let loose his emotions and work by them, but another ordered him to remain calm and rationalise the situation!

"I..." he stammered as he knelt before Ginie whose breaths slowed.

His keen ears were even keeping track of Natalika who was trying to keep Guissepo busy.

This was Tulnas' first time being led to such indecision of a personal scale.

Was his strength still not growing fast enough to at least allow him to keep his people safe?

Was his arrogance getting too inflated?

Perhaps.

The young man's mind opened wide as even as this experience stung he religious mind fabricated the idea that perhaps, this was set by his Direction.

As a believer, he brought his convictions to support him.

To tell him that he was perhaps supposed to face such a situation today, to learn to not jump for every opportunity.

This was the basis of his arrogance.

That everything had a reason in this world judged by the Deities.

But... would the Deities he revered truly sacrifice his cherished women for this...?