[Ding! You have cast the "100% Miss" curse on the target. Fate's Dice is rolling. Current roll: 3.]
Bzz-
As the System Notification rang in his ears, waves of curse energy suddenly spread from Lynn's pitch-black Curse Eye, coiling like countless venomous snakes around the First Apostle as he hurtled toward him like a meteor.
Perhaps because of the earlier provocation, the pitch-black death threads instantly invaded that body, piercing straight toward the Flesh Dominator's projection inhabiting it.
But although the curse had hit,
it had not given him the dice roll he had hoped to gamble on.
Lynn did not hesitate either.
His preparations meant he did not bother checking whether the curse had taken effect. He immediately activated the Giant Scythe's Warp ability, his body instantly dissolving into blood mist and vanishing from the spot.
Boom-
The entire hill where he had stood was instantly smashed into countless particles of dust mingled with strands of blood by the ferocious First Apostle.
"Your ability to wield curses is indeed powerful. Even I have to admit that."
He slowly rose from the wildly swirling dust and bloody foam, his body twisting with sharp cracks. His neck turned inch by inch toward the direction Lynn had warped, and the cheeks of that body split open bit by bit. Eyeballs crawled out of the fissures one after another, like bulges floating across his skin.
As he released his power, his voice took on layers of hoarse, phantom echoes, as though a far greater being's voice were overlapping his own.
"But you should know that I can control curses too. Your little tricks are nothing before me."
Rrrip-
He thrust out a hand.
He seized one pitch-black, shrieking thread after another from within his own body and violently tore them out.