Re: Timeless Apocalypse-Chapter 94: Foolish

It was foolish, but he didn’t care.

In the frozen expanse of his perception, Uriel took a deep breath in.

His eyes darted across their sockets as he analysed the ruined section he’d teleported into.

He was in the depths of a crater, mud and rain standing still around him, amidst a crowd entirely composed of Flon-Men; tall and lanky blue men, each wielding long, sharp spears, their toothless maws gushing with poison.

In this crater alone, there must have been at least a couple hundred of them, and around him especially, at least a dozen, all of whom had already noticed him.

As soon as he’d appeared, he’d instantly slowed his perception, yet that split second had been enough for most of them to not only notice him, but also begin to attack.

Uriel finally exhaled the breath he’d been holding, and his perception returned to its normal flow.

In a blink, dozens of blades were upon him, aiming to pierce him from too many angles for him to even dare dream of dodging.

But he wasn’t planning on it anyway.

Quicker than they could reach him, he brought his palms together, and from them, a blooming cloud of runes erupted.

His access grade was let loose, and he took control of all the aether around him, using it as a canvas upon which a grand formation of runes was etched.

He didn’t cast a single spell or formation, no, he cast a dozen at once, his core revving with natal aether and his mind expanding just as the spell sentry appeared at his back.

A dozen spells, each interlinked into one grand formation that had one singular purpose: augmenting his strength and weakening his enemies.

[Multi-Circle Formation: Herculean Blood]

Uriel’s perception slowed again, but this time, within the frozen expanse, his body moved at staggering speeds, his flesh matching the ridiculous processing speed his mind possessed via his uniqueness.

The Flon-Men attacking were entirely taken off guard.

Uriel attacked the two closest to him; one in front, viciously piercing forward with a spear covered in wind aether, and another behind, slashing down with a blade covered in as much water as wind aether.

KAH!

With graceful steps, Uriel dodged and stepped past the coming spear, yanking it as he did so and pulling the beast toward him as he broke its balance.

His free arm blurred forward, as solid as diamond due to his shell and as fast as a bullet thanks to his formation, and pierced into the discombobulated beast.

From his hand within its chest, his natal aether bloomed, invading and tearing its body to shreds, its heart to pieces and mincing its innards to nothing.

Pulling his bloodied jade-white arm back and out of the beast’s chest, he seamlessly flowed into a streaking horizontal elbow strike aimed behind.

At his staggering pace of movement, the beast behind him didn’t have the time to bring its blade down when his elbow shattered its sternum, piercing flesh and collapsing its chest inward.

The air was knocked out of it, and just as its eyes bulged, Uriel’s other hand came like a streaking meteor, whipping forward to shatter its head into gory bits of bone and flesh.

’...’

In real time, all that could be seen was Uriel’s blurring body, followed by explosions of jetting blood and scattering flesh.

Then, two dead bodies fell, limp.

Rain poured, heavy and intense.

The formation of his God Class had caused many changes to his body and, more directly, to his core and rings, essentially making his first ring useless and stripping away all his attack power.

But it didn’t seem to matter in the least.

KAH!

Uriel blinked and three more were upon him.

His mind flickered and the multi-circle formation he’d just come up with flashed, shifting as a portion of the aether used to augment him was diverted, used to cast another spell.

A spell based on his sensory circle that would plunge them into a sensory void.

Just like the previous two, the following three were caught completely off guard. They had seen his staggering speed and assumed overwhelming him would be the solution.

’One on each of my flanks and another up top.’

Uriel’s mind shifted and he instantly found the most efficient method of attack, but just as he pulled upon his core, his eyes widened and, for the first time in this battle, he displayed something other than calm.

’What?! How?!’

Something was wrong with his core.

BANG!

A flood of water and wind aether, a flux of emerald and azure, erupted from the attacking trio, ripping Uriel’s domain of natal aether to shreds and shattering his formation.

Their aether wrapped around him and dug into his flesh, the effects shocking. He himself had never been on the receiving end of anything that wasn’t natal or atmospheric aether.

In fact, he doubted he’d ever seen elemental aether in action.

He gasped, suddenly losing the ability to breathe, feeling as though his lungs were filled with water, choking and restraining him, and his movements also became sluggish, like a man trapped in the deepest trenches of a somber ocean.

He immediately lost both his mobility and stamina as he bore the backlash of his shattered formation and rapidly depleting core. But that wasn’t all.

Just as the effects of their water aether settled, the wind attack came hammering down, his sense of proprioception vanishing, feeling as though he were falling through an endless void, despite still very much being present in the crater.

Frozen, he couldn’t block or dodge.

WHOOSH!

The Flon-Men falling from above landed heavily in front of him, instantly getting into stance and thrusting forward, digging into his guts.

It didn’t pierce through, both due to his shell and his set’s enchantments, but the blunt force itself was enough to lift Uriel off his feet, blood and spittle sputtering from his lips.

The Flon-Men on his flanks didn’t miss the opportunity, one grabbing his leg, stopping his airborne body that would have gone flying, and slamming him into the mud below.

BANG!

His back hit the muddy ground hard, his mind blanking for a second, just as the other Flon-Man moved to attack, its spear rising from the sky and falling to the earth to pierce into him.

On his back, staring at the pouring skies and the coming blade that would snatch his head from his body, Uriel’s jaw tightened.

And he did something foolish.

BOOOOOOOOM!