Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1097

After the explosion subsided, the head-shaped living manor swayed twice before letting out a shriek like nails scraping glass. It finally crashed face-first to the ground. As the manor tumbled into ruin, a streak of golden light shot out from the gash left by the sword. Jenkins gave his blade a practiced twirl, his eyes narrowed as he watched a shirtless stranger materialize within the golden glow.

His body seemed normal, but his head was enormous—easily twice the size of an ordinary man's. Inside that massive skull, a short segment of an umbilical cord drifted where a brain should have been, like a translucent worm.

Jenkins's gaze shifted to the stranger's arm, where a tattoo marking him as a cultist stood out starkly against his sallow, unhealthy skin.

"A cultist from the Dead Man's Whip? They actually found the third piece? So it's true... the power of the God's Child Umbilical Cord really is something else!"

As Jenkins muttered in surprise, the large-headed man raised both hands toward him.

An immense amount of Spirit converged in his palms. A moment later, it condensed into a spear of light as thick as a man's wrist. The large-headed man took a throwing stance, and Jenkins raised his sword once more.

Two dazzling beams of light erupted at the same instant. The astonishing energy crashed together, making the already illusory space shudder with instability.

Mottled patches of color appeared across the sky, like a vibrant polar aurora. The very fabric of the dimension trembled from the impact of spear and sword. A flicker of insight sparked in Jenkins's mind; he felt as if he had just grasped some fundamental truth about space itself.

"But couldn't those cultists think of a safer way to use the cord's power than fusing it directly with their bodies?"

Jenkins wondered, glancing at the large-headed man who remained suspended in the air. The creature seemed to possess no intelligence, fighting purely on instinct. With a wave of its hand, a grotesque swarm of eyeball- and embryo-shaped projectiles shot forth. The world itself seemed to warp under the influence of their foul flesh and the cacophony of whispers that followed.

The fractured space began to disintegrate at an accelerated rate. As the arid plains and black hills dematerialized, the image of the real Nolan City was slowly superimposed onto the sky above.

Jenkins could even see the demigod from the Church of Death and End, the one who carried a coffin on his back, and alongside him was Miss Broniaons, both scanning their surroundings.

With the way this illusory space was collapsing, they were bound to notice this place soon.

"I need to end this, and fast."

He thought, directing the unicorn to fly higher. He then dispelled the phantom he had left hiding in his wardrobe back home, creating a new illusion of himself on the unicorn's back instead.

"We need to be quick in a moment, understand?"

He patted the creature's back. The unicorn gave a soft nicker in understanding. Latest content publıshed on nοvelfire.net

"Good. Now, leave the rest to me."

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the large-headed man below, who was becoming progressively larger as he was enveloped in a writhing mass of flesh. Then, Jenkins leaped from the unicorn's back.

Amid the whistling wind of his descent, he slashed downwards with his sword. His body then vanished in mid-air, only to reappear a moment later back on the unicorn, which was now higher in the sky. Clad in silvery-white armor, the unicorn shot forward like a bolt of lightning, tracing a glowing silver arc above the monster's head.

He leaped down again, smoothly swinging his blade. The instant the slash of light was unleashed, he teleported back to the unicorn, leaving behind an afterimage before leaping once more.

The unicorn circled faster and faster. A continuous stream of Jenkinses dropped from the silvery arc of light, each one unleashing a slash before vanishing into thin air.

The overlapping slashes inflicted increasingly severe wounds on the large-headed man, yet he was utterly unable to touch the speeding unicorn.

With the twelfth strike, a spray of blood burst from the man's forehead. This time, Jenkins didn't activate [Real Illusion] to return to the unicorn. Instead, he withdrew his White Bone Holy Sword and allowed the Fire of Grace to merge with his body.

He plummeted directly into the crimson bloom of blood hanging in the air. The moment they were aligned, the worm-like umbilical cord shot out like an arrow, aiming straight for his head. Jenkins twisted his neck, narrowly dodging it.

The cultist's body continued its descent, its massive head tilting up. The umbilical cord, having missed its first strike, lunged again, shooting straight for Jenkins's face. But just before it reached his skin, a reinforced glass bottle materialized out of thin air, trapping it inside.

But the cord's power was immense. Even though the conjured bottle had been intentionally reinforced, a web of cracks immediately spread across its surface.

Jenkins gave the bottle a hard shake, and more layers of glass formed over the fractures. He tossed the bottle high into the air, then vanished, reappearing on the unicorn's back at a higher altitude.

Without bothering to adjust his seating, he reached down and snatched the bottle out of the air. In less than a second, the newly reinforced glass was already on the verge of shattering again.

Flames engulfed the fractured bottle, and he could feel the thrashing of the umbilical cord—which seemed to have a will of its own—weaken instantly.

The first two pieces of the cord he had acquired had been inert, but this one was incredibly difficult to control. Even wreathed in flames, it continued to hammer restlessly against the fragile glass. By now, Jenkins had urged the unicorn into a full charge, heading straight for the spatial rift on the horizon.

The phantom image of Nolan City visible through the rift was growing clearer by the second. Outside, the two demigods were now looking straight at him. He had no idea how long they'd been aware of this pocket dimension, but he was certain they must have witnessed at least part of his battle.

He unceremoniously stuffed the cat into his pocket and flattened himself against the unicorn's back. The instant they burst through the spatial rift, the unicorn, whose path had been visible a moment before, accelerated impossibly fast. It became a streak of light, vanishing over the horizon before the demigods could even react.

"There's still someone alive in there!"

Now in the skies above Nolan, Jenkins turned to look back. Within the dense fog hung a perfect cube of darkness. It wasn't merely colored mist, but something that seemed like a solid, black object suspended in mid-air.

The surface of the massive black cube was already covered in cracks, and the point where Jenkins had just emerged had become a gaping fissure.

He yelled out the news of the survivor inside. The demigod from the Church of Death and End, a Mr. Davies who had been about to intercept him, immediately changed course and flew toward the fissure Jenkins had just exited.