The God of Jesters
Chapter 637 - 9.19.1 Wasteful.

Chapter 637: 9.19.1 Wasteful.

Whether it be Ikaros or some other friends I got close to, they have always wondered why I was so careful when dealing with a Scholar like Malidi.

His physicals were trash, his body lacked any trace of magic or bloodline, and even his eyesight remained weak.

But for one reason or another, to all those I have ever met and got the chance to get close to, I had warned them of one thing. "Never underestimate the Crazy Scholar."

And the reason why it was the case happened not too far from me.

"Sacrifice life, I call for the Jormungdar’s spine." With those words alone, the body of Malidi collapsed within itself starting with the hole in his chest. And before the rest can understand what happened appeared a demon carrying a spine sword on its back. "Ille iterum fugit." Spoke the demon in words that the rest didn’t understand, before looking at them and saying. "Tu restitues." Before his weird sword struck the area, causing the very domain of the Corpse Priestess to break in parts.

"A demon." She spoke, startled over the scene, before summoning multiple of her undead that clawed from the frozen fields and flew toward the demon.

There were countless such frost Walkers, with the weakest being a grandmaster, while the strongest already reaching the ranks of a Legendary being, of which there were five in total.

"What are you waiting for... kill him."She said, looking toward Alabasta who was still reeling in from the shock.

A demon, through his life the most he had seen were their remnants, traces left from the old times, or items that caused corruption to those that held it. To some, the demons were also nothing more than myths, for they had rarely appeared in the world if ever for the last few millenniums.

Which made Alabasta wonder if what he was watching was real or not.

"I knew he had some ways," he spoke, as his body turned into a blur, reaching the Demon at the same time as the undead burning with cold frost on their bodies using his domain, and then using his kick that seemed to turn into the blade, it cut at the demon, stood still as the spinal blade in his hand came alive and deflected Alabasta’s attack, but it couldn’t stop the undead that came for him.

Although dead and unable to utilize the domain that was the core strength of a legend, this undead still contained the durability and strength of a Legend, so it was easy for them to injure this demon.

And injured he got. "It’s too easy," Alabasta spoke, decapitating the demon with a slash of his arm, causing the head to fly up in the air while the sword in its arm fell down. With certain words escaping from its mouth. "Fraudulentus daemon obsignator perd..." Which became the last thing that it ever spoke to the group.

Such an easy victory, although he and the Priestess Cold Corpses had overwhelmed the enemy using a simple tactic, this didn’t feel right, was a demon really so easy to deal with? If they were, their legends would be a lie, won’t they?

But Alabasta was in no mood to find out if there was something else to the demon, his arm summoned a giant flaming spear that he stabbed into the Demon’s head after teleporting right beside him.

As for its body? It was already being frozen and then eaten by the undead monsters of Cold Corpses.

They can’t give it any chance to regenerate, even if they don’t know if this beast is capable of such a feat or not.

This might be a mistake, for who knows when a young man appeared right where the Demon once descended. With a single step, he came right next to the undead, who were going to act after noticing his existence. But they paused in their place with a single look at the young man.

Who calmly picked up the spine sword that was left after the Demon’s death. "I appreciate the help, I was always curious about this artifact." Malidi was back, and his arrival left everyone in the room speechless.

They had seen Malidi stab himself in his heart, and then collapse into what appeared to be a void. So how did he come unscathed so soon?

This oddity, well whatever the case, there was no need to think too much on their end, everyone made their move barring the dwarves that had turned into the audience for this whole battle.

As for why they were not struggling?

’As long as he is safe.’ Although Gael hated his job, he was still under the oath to the Dragon Guardian. So although he could ignore considering it was just an oral oath without any bindings, his honor as one of the Guardian clans of Dwarves made him stand up to his words, and do as he was asked.

Which was to bring the youngest of the group, the Nephew of Arbood and the second in line for the next leader of the Lynx Clan, Ruthud Grimclaw out of the forbidden area.

As for how Gael accomplishes such a task? Well, it was a secret of the Bear Bastards, specifically Gael himself who was the only one capable of such a feat. As for how, he told none, including his own clan members with one exception of the Old Dragon guardian.

"Brothers, it’s a great way to go out," Arbood spoke, as his armor opened up, exposing his frail body to the outside world.

After that, the remaining dwarves did the same. "Uncle, a fight like this should be enjoyed with some beer." Another armor opened up, exposing a man who was mostly just his torso and head, connected to the armor, giving him movement. "It’s the Armor plate q76, under the hood, it’s a hollow one." He spoke with no shame on his face.

Hiding beer in the armor plate that was meant to save his life, was absurd, but these were dead men, he didn’t care whether he lived or not as long as he fulfilled his mission.

"Haha, I was not the only one." Another one of the dwarfs spoke, pointing out his own hollow armor plate where he hid some beer himself. "Well, let’s enjoy."

It didn’t take long before a party started on the back.

Which did irk Priestess Cold Corpses, but she remained quiet and focused on the battle at hand. If not for the vow to the Dragon Guardian Vesta, she would have made use of these dwarf’s corpses after killing them right then and there. But she needed to be rational during this fight.

It was just the beginning, and she had expected Malidi to survive the first fight.

But she won’t stop, she has so much to show at the moment. So she moved her arms, burning with cold flames that ignited the bodies of her undead summons, she struck at Malidi who with a gentle arm that carried neither force nor speed, easily connected with all the undead that tried to harm him.

’What is going on?’ His strength, his moves, nothing made sense in her eyes.

As for Malidi, he was startled for a bit. "Ah, sneaky one." He spoke feeling himself slow down and start freezing at a point before his chest was stabbed by Albasta who appeared in the scene using his domain.

"Let’s see if you recover from this." With those words, Alabasta crushed Malidi’s heart while exploding a potent amount of Flames of Devotion, completely evaporating his body.

"I already did." Spoke Malidi, appearing right next to Alabasta with the sword that danced in the air like a snake, binding Alabasta in his place. "You." And no matter how he tried, Alabasta couldn’t use his domain to escape from this place.

As for the Cold Corpses Priestess, seeing that her help might fall, she hurried to use her domain and brought Alabasta to her side. "This sword seals the domain," Alabasta answered, looking toward Malidi, who suddenly summoned a similar sword like before. "How?" These artifacts—he was bound by one already—how did another one of them appear?

Well, whatever. "Help me break it." He requested Cold Corpses. Who instead of helping Alabsta be free, stabbed him with a cold blade of her own. "You..." He spoke, feeling coldness spread to his heart. "Are you mad?" He spoke, looking at the woman whose face started to bleed for breaching the contract made by her church.

But she remained adamant. "The Scholar can’t be killed, the only way to end him is to seal him in place."

"And for that, I require all of your life." As she spoke, a bunch more Undead was summoned right next to the dwarves, who were just enjoying their beer and happily met their deaths without even struggling against the attackers.

It was their end, a wonderful end.

As for Arbood, he gave his dying men one last look before saying. "For the Lynx and Vekantaraman." With the last cheers of his life, Arbood was stabbed with a flaming arm of an undead as well. "Thanks for chilling my beer." He spoke as his blood froze along with his body.

"A foolish one." Malidi appeared surprised by the sudden change in this fight. "Such senseless deaths, the churches haven’t changed even now."