Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 337: Under

The field was usually reserved for church activity, for the orphan children to play with each other. However, right now that's winter, the green grass barely peered out the layer of snow and the kids played inside instead.

Luckily for them, otherwise this would look ugly when the skeleton flew out of the window, landing on the grass. The snow parted when the skeleton slid over, his armor protected him from most of the impact.

My league

The armor made a quiet whisper to the night emperor. However the latter cut that conversation short.

"I know, something's weird with him."

The skeleton noticed that every move he made was quickly interrupted or predicted. That, in itself, wasn't surprising—any competent 8th-circle mystic or higher would possess the ability to read the flow of mystic energy to some extent.

What truly caught him off guard was the pope's confidence.

In a battle between two mystics who were strangers to each other's abilities, caution was paramount. One misstep could lead to falling right into the opponent's trap without even realizing it.

However, the pope went straight for the kill without even attempting to gauge his capabilities. The pope intercepted the Night Emperor, swiftly cornering him while he was still processing the situation.

He's closing in now…

The emperor's prediction proved correct. The pope lunged forward, leaping toward the skeleton with his cane swinging in a deadly arc aimed straight at his face. Fortunately, the skeleton managed to dodge just in time. The force of the strike split the snowfield even further, revealing patches of green grass beneath.

The emperor felt his life was in grave danger. Not only was he fighting at a massive disadvantage, but he was also completely unprepared for this battle.

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His body was flung backward from the impact, his vision obscured by the snow that erupted around him. As he tumbled through the air, the pope could have easily pursued him through the snowstorm, anticipating exactly where he would land.

Caught in the chaos, the Night Emperor sensed his life hanging by a thread. He didn't know how, but his instincts screamed at him. In mid-air, he attempted to summon a mystic aura to slow his momentum, bringing himself to a halt.

But before he could fully regain his bearings, the pope kicked up another wave of snow, once again blocking the emperor's view.

From the right.

The emperor quickly predicted the pope's next move, judging it to be the most strategic angle for an attack. True to his intuition, the pope's cane, brimming with mystic aura, came slicing from the right. This time, however, the Night Emperor was prepared. His sword was already raised high, coated in a shimmering layer of his own mystic aura.

Yet, the sheer magnitude of the pope's mystic aura overwhelmed him once again. The force of the clash sent the skeleton king reeling. In a normal situation, he would not lose this clash. Summoning beings of the 8th circle or higher came at a great cost, draining his mystic reserves significantly. Now, he was paying the price for his earlier arrogance.

Flying through the air once more, the Skeleton King had had enough of this charade. He needed to end this fight—and quickly.

"It will cut," he declared.

A wave of mystic energy flared as the emperor swung his sword through the air. The blade sliced through everything in its path, the mystic force surging forward with deadly precision. But the pope was faster. He was already a step ahead, his cane striking down with brutal force before the emperor could fully execute his attack.

This time, the Skeleton King was unprepared. The blow sent him crashing to the ground, his armored body carving a deep crater into the grassy field. and broke the floor landing in the underground of the cathedral.

His body hit the ground in seconds, creating a deep hole in the grassy field.

What the hell…

Once again, the emperor felt as though his every move was being read like an open book. His hollow eye sockets flickered with light as he assessed the situation. The first thing he noticed was the beam of light shining into the crater where he now lay—a result of the pope's devastating strike.

His gaze darted around the area, searching for anything that could help him turn the tide of the battle. But the space was barebones, offering nothing of use. Aside from the strange, intricate carvings etched into the walls of the crater, there was nothing to aid him.

Watch out, my liege!!!

The armor sensed the pope's approach and rushed to the emperor's aid. It dashed out of the clearing just as the pope slammed into the crater, causing the ground to tremble.

"Welcome, Night Emperor," the pope said, his tone almost mocking. "Did you enjoy our opening ceremony?"

The Night Emperor glared at him, his hollow eyes filled with suspicion. They had been fighting in silence until now, so the pope's sudden words could only mean one thing.

"It's a warm welcome, very disgusting"

"Glad you like it, this old man is pleased"

"I bet I'm holding that you by ten times"

He's stalling!

The skeleton emperor seized the opportunity. Channeling more mystic power, he unleashed a barrage of mystic waves. This time, he swung his sword in rapid succession, not giving the pope a moment to interrupt or counter.

Feeling the wave of mystic energy hurtling toward him, the pope only smiled gently. He clapped his hands, and the atmosphere of the room shifted entirely. In an instant, the Night Emperor's attack dissolved harmlessly into the ground.

The skeleton's hollow eye sockets widened in disbelief.

"Mystic property!" he shouted, his voice tinged with shock.

The room was now saturated with pure sun mystic energy. Its properties were unmistakable—his power was being burned away, consumed by the radiant force. Even the mystic energy within his body began to dissolve, seeping into the ground and further depleting his already dwindling reserves.

"Shit!"

The skeleton realized he needed to escape, or it would all be over. Yet, he also noticed that the pope was losing his mystic energy as well. Both of them were, but the pope seemed far more content with this arrangement. After all, once their mystic reserves were depleted, the pope would still hold a significant advantage.

The skeleton, however, saw things differently. If they were both left in a low mystic state, he would have the upper hand in terms of combat prowess. He still had his sword, while the pope was armed only with a cane.

However, that scenario was unlikely. The pope undoubtedly had more methods to replenish his mystic energy, and if the fight dragged on, the skeleton would inevitably succumb to the pope's overwhelming aura.

The Night Emperor's next best option was to escape the mystic space entirely. But as soon as he moved, the pope mirrored his actions, blocking his path and preventing him from exiting the way he had come.

Their weapons clashed—cane against sword. The material of the weapons mattered little; it was the mystic aura coating them that determined their durability.

"Is your power reading my mind?" the emperor demanded, probing the pope for answers. But the pope remained stoic, not even a flicker of reaction crossing his face. Instead, he closed the distance again, clashing with the emperor a second time.

The two entered a stalemate, one that heavily favored the pope. The emperor's swordplay and his use of mystic aura were improving with each exchange, which should have been enough to break the deadlock.

Yet, every time the emperor found a way to use his power more efficiently, the pope seemed to have a countermeasure ready, forcing the emperor to adapt yet again.

Where did a monster like you come from?" the emperor muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

From the very beginning, even in his mystic-depleted state, the emperor shouldn't have been so thoroughly controlled. Yet, it felt as though he had been herded into this massively disadvantageous position from the start.

With every passing moment, more of his mystic energy slipped away. The urgency in the emperor's mind grew unbearable. His thoughts raced like never before, desperately searching for a way to break free from this dire situation.

However, just as a new plan formed inside his head, that plan would be cut down by the pope. It got to the point that the skeleton felt like his guess was correct. His every move was being read in real-time.

So, there's only one solution to this conundrum he was in, he doubted that the pope could read an armor's mind.

"Let's see how you deal with this!"

The red light left the skeleton's eyes, leaving only the armor in control of his skeleton body. The people squeezed his eyes and received the word strike. However this time, it was not the same as before.

The emperor sword had a system to it, each move was calculated to be as lethal as possible, but, the armor sword was more aggressive.