Chương 87: Arch Nephalem
Mindscape,
Galahad POV,
One may ask why he wasn't using his skills? Well he was more used to fighting like this. He threw up the Sword of David and kicked it full force, this force was enough to destroy multiple solar systems mind you. The sword ripped through the air and was firmly lodged into prideful him's shoulder, he just grinned and ripped it out before throwing it away as the damage healed, "You think that's enough?!" he shouted excited, he loved battle!
Galahad slightly smiled, "No way." he closed his eyes ignoring the weapons which were ripping through his body as it healed back again, that hurt like a bitch but this was going to be worth it. He opened his golden eyes as they started glowing, "Metatron! 36th Style: Annihilation's Light!" he shouted clapping his hands once as waves of light surged out of him before going haywire and ripping apart everything in front of him. Galahad clenched his chest, why did he have to shout those stupid skill names?!
This style brought about rays of light whose photons were always going haywire, they danced about destroying everything they came into contact with.....however, a hole was punched through Galahad as he fell to his knees coughing out blood, "Fuck." this hurt like a lot, a fucking lot! He looked at the appraoching armored figure, "Do you forget that I am you fool? If light does not affect you, how would it affect me?" he asked arrogantly, this man was an idiot if he thought that would work.
Galahad smirked, "Heh." of course he knew light would never work! This side may be prideful but pride is arrogance, and arrogance will always make you do stupid shit. "Including.....overestimating yourself." he muttered out and snapped his fingers, "37th Style: God's Wrath!" he shouted smirking as a rain of light beams came straight down burning and ravaging the landscape, "Light doesn't work....but the heat...does." he said smiling, sometimes cringe is necessary now he accepted that. If he didn't he may start feeling suicidal.
"Uriel!" the prideful him shouted raising his hand as a barrier was erected above him blocking the beams, "That's al- ?!" he stopped shocked as a book appeared, it's pages flipping at high speeds, "Confirmed: Nuclear Magic subtype: Gravity Magic: Drago Nova. Mode: Consecutive Firing." a mechanical voice allowed before a hail of Drago Novas was fired at him at point blank range, the explosions sent him flying back as he coughed out blood, most of his internal organs ruptured.
These magics weren't simple black holes, Galahad was misunderstanding that part. The Drago Nova was a space time singularity that held compressed localized black holes which were made to implode, resulting in a kind of supernova, how dangerous that made them was anyone's guess. "You!" prideful Galahad roared angrily cutting through the Drago Novas before raising the Longinus getting ready to throw it.
"Longinus Count Zero: Shining Lance of Destiny!" he shouted throwing the red lance as it started glowing brightly. The Lance directly transformed into a gigantic beam headed straight for Galahad himself who instantly recognized the danger it posed, there was no way he was blocking that with any of his skills. That left only one way, he slammed the Around Round Shield into the ground, he was really beginning to hate his other self, not only does he say cringe shit himself he also makes him say it!
"With my True Name revealed, I stand amid disaster."
"Manifest yourself, Lord Camelot!"
The entire area around lit up in blue arcs before a castle was formed directly from his shield, gigantic white walls towering over everything, with blue flags hanging down from them. This was the ideal castle, one that would not fall unless Galahad himself lost hope and the will to fight and lazy as he may be Galahad had plenty of that!
The gigantic red beam collided directly with the castle making cracks spread across it, this may be strong but it was facing a spear capable of killing the God Slayer, Sefar if the legends about it equaling Excalibur were to be believed that is and they were true as well. The Landscape which was initially peaceful and calm was now distorted beyond recognition.
Land charred black from the heat, craters everywhere from them throwing entire novas at each other, constant explosions and now even this. The green landscape was now a smoking wasteland with crater littered throughout it, there were even deep gashes across the ground. Galahad grabbed his shield with both hands as he was slowly pushed back, he knew it would be difficult to fight himself but FUCK! This was very hard!
His arms had already broken several times, the air was already poisonous, his organs already ruptured and healed back, on top of that neither of them showed any signs of hesitation or fatigue either, just pain...a lot of pain. Like that their fight continued and at the speeds with which they were exchanging blows, FTL was a goddamn joke!
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Six Months Later,
Mindscape,
Galahad POV,
Galahad kicked away the prideful him and sat down on the black ground yawning, yeah earlier when he said ravaged? That may as well have been a joke because now their fighting actually removed a layer of the ground, in simple words they literally changed what was supoosed to be the sea level by decimating everything around them
And yes it had been six fucking months and they were still fighting! Like seriously take a goddamn break! But no this guy kept attacking and attacking and attacking him no matter what! He hadn't even gotten the opportunity to close his goddamn eyes! This was supposed to be his mindscape you say? Well as long as that cringey fuckhead was here it was 'their' mindscape and both of them were negating each other's authority here.
He gave out a long sighed and yawned, "Let's talk...let's just...talk." he said sitting down in surrender, fighting him was useless. It was impossible for either of them to get injured or even exhausted here so they could literally go on for centuries and nothing would change. The Prideful him who was about to stab him stopped mid way and sat down crosslegged.
"So you finally get it fool?" he asked amused, he was wondering why they suddenly stopped fighting. Galahad deadpanned at him, like hell this guy knew it, "You didn't know....either did you?" he asked slightly smiling making the Prideful side freeze, "O-Of course I did! W-Who do you think I am?!" he shouted folding his arms and looking away, he was the one who stood above everything else!...he didn't get it though.
Galahad shrugged and they started talking, what this side basically wanted was for him to accept the fact that he stood above others and as such deserved respect, no one was allowed to disrespect him and if someone did then they deserved to die horrible deaths for the sheer thought of defying him. That was the way it should be and his people understood that just that he himself didn't.
What the lazy or dominant side wanted was for him to accept that someone disrespecting him doesn't matter, all he wants is to laze around and do what he wants. Ruling is troublesome so he didn't want that, trying to stand above others is a pain so he doesn't want that, standing out was also a pain but it couldn't be helped so it was willing to accept that.
There started another slew of arguments and the two sides argued back and forth for two whole months, neither was willing to back down on it's claim and since they were both the same person they could perfectly understand each other's standpoints but neither was willing to compromise on it's own standpoint and as such the matter remained unsolved.
Only after another month passed did they come to an agreement, Galahad chose to keep his pride or rather he found a loophole in the matter. He chose to be arrogant yet lazy. Arrogant as in he wouldn't give a shit about the opinions of others, that allowed him to simply ignore any insults thrown his way because as he chose to explain it to his other self, "The opinions of bugs.....are inconsequential."
This explanation was accepted and now the two were standing face to face, looking each other directly in the eye. It was time for Galahad to achieve the final evolution of his race. An Arch-Nephalem, "It is time I leave fool. Be sure to not let others trample over you." he said smiling widely, he was happy that the dominant side finally saw things correctly, even if it was slightly twisted.
Galahad slightly smiled too, this guy was a cringey fuckhead but over three months of arguing and arguing they had developed a special kind of relationship where neither hated the other but didn't like them too. They both firmly shook each other's hand, "Become that which is the apex of all creation. Also don't forget to kill Guy, I refuse to accept that thing is a woman, it's an it, call it an it, if you don't I'll come back and make you call it an it....P.S: Fuck you." a voice rang out as the prideful side turned into particles of darkness which rushed into Galahad.
He looked up with a small smile on his face as his aura exploded, even destroying the room in which his body was sleeping before Ivra contained the aura in a separate space, she knew her Master didn't like collateral damage. A cocoon formed over him before slowly peeling away leaving behind the sleeping figure of a white haired possibly 19 or 20 years old male, his long white hair had black tips as proof that the two sides had now combined.
"How beautiful." Arve voiced out quietly touching the wings. What was peculiar about this man were the 3 pairs/ 6 wings coming out of his back, they were wrapped around his body in a strange way though they had different colors, two were black, one was grey with the one adjacent to it being white, a red and a blue one. They were pulsating with energy as they gave off a soft glow and the colors fluctuated and changed.
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