Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1071: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (12)



Jerthrax was taken aback.

That purple-gold light...!

His mind quickly managed to define that his potent layer of shadows had been erased, but the manner in which it happened caused his thoughts to dash in many different ways at once.

How did this even happen? How was it too fast for him to even react?

What was that purple light? It had to be something special for it to strip him of his shadows. They weren't ordinary entities after all. They were a mark of the power he was given by the Deities.

That light certainly came from the nuisance above, right?

And above all else, the dragon couldn't help but wonder...

'The way my shadows disappeared. It's almost as if...as if they were forced to dissolve back towards the ground so fast that it took a moment for me to notice...' he thought, but the circumstances didn't allow him to casually try and wrap his mind around what was happening. Eobald-Minobu had reached his chest, Divine energy blazing around him. He was targeting the area where the masked man had initially used Brunt Divide to remove the Herald's scales. As it stood, everyone here understood that the shadows had been a great part of the dragon's protection in addition to his scales. Now that they were removed...

Eobald-Minobu was just a meter away from the dragon's vulnerable spot when Jerthrax's sword came flashing his way, intent on cleaving him in half. He and the sword were moving at the same speed, and as expected, they met in the middle.

However, instead of the sword carving through the special undead, he managed to do something Jerthrax hadn't expected. Unlike everyone else here, the Transcendent combatant grabbed a hold of the thick sword and killed most of its momentum immediately despite being shoved a short distance by its remaining force.

He grabbed the sword tight while in mid-air, preventing it from drawing back for another attack, at least momentarily.

This was all just raw might in play!

Eobald-Minobu then narrowed his eyes and spoke:

"Cast Undeath."

...!!!

Jerthrax was alarmed.

Like his spear, the doubled-sided sword also lost itself to Undeath, becoming wrapped in its influence!

The masked man had picked Eobald specifically to merge with Minobu because he wanted someone who was proficient in using Undeath without needing to be possessed by him. A worthy tool that could be moved around the battlefield efficiently.

And speaking of the masked man, while Jerthrax was stunned by the loss of his weapon, he had already raced toward the other vulnerable spot on the dragon's neck, jumping on the flying blobs which had been restored to scale the great height of his enemy!

Right now, he was fractions of a millisecond ahead of the dragon's perception and if he managed to play his cards right, he would be able to seriously harm it!

He had been soaring towards the descaled spot, readying his vast pool of undeath, not to mention what was in the second sarcophagi he had summoned from the Outworld Attic and stored in storage when....

The world shook again.

Everything changed.

There was one great difference between what was in the new dimension and all the others. Unlike the ones before, this one actually had native inhabitants.

A vast, nigh endless city of cobalt blue, littered with high-rising buildings - skyscrapers - highways, strange vehicles going over winding bridges and intricate roads of the same, abundant blue could be seen.

Indeed, it was that.

In every spot that wasn't occupied by the large, diverse structures, millions of humanoid creatures could be seen, some standing upright and some laying on the ground. There were millions more in the buildings which extended as far as the eye could see, illuminated by... nothing. There was only uncaring darkness in the sky above, but this... city, managed to look lit somehow.

As surprising as it was to find a Null Remnant with inhabitants, all the interest was killed with the realisation that everyone and everything, was encased in the cobalt. This cobalt wasn't mere colouring. It was a kind of hard plastic that layered over everything, freezing them in place and hiding their details. In essence, everything here was 'dead'.

It was only the amalgam who managed to look at the scene and not be stunned by its chaotic yet organised nature. He had seen it long before this and marvelled already.

Curiosity caught the eyes of all the observers. Even the Null Devil King was a little surprised.

The masked man lagged. His sure chance to attack was stolen by momentary shock.

What was this place?

What were all these things?

Just as thoughts rang in the heads of these players, the amalgam finally reached everyone from his fall. The Genuine Incarnation that had been assigned to kill him lost him for an instant because he turned into Levin and went straight past it towards his first target.

His first order of business was to grab the masked man's wrist and pull him towards Jerthrax's vast body.

The dragon felt the two land on his shoulder and his Incarnation immediately pounced with its great maw!

The necromancer wasn't sure what Prisma Vohnvolt hoped to achieve with this, but he easily escaped his grip by using Brunt Divide to split the amalgam's hand into six pieces.

However...

Another of Vohnvolt's two remaining hands stretched out and pulled back the masked man as he was about to flee by extending a chain from [Budgetary Tug-of-War]!

He then grabbed the masked man's wrist again.

The masked man frowned.

"What are trying to do here?" he asked a moment before a dark maw cast a shadow above

them.

"You'll see," Vohnvolt said with a sneer.

The necromancer grunted and expelled a large amount of Undeath essence to prevent himself from being critically injured or worse by the incoming Incarnation... and the amalgam

grinned.

He was partly engulfed by the huge volumes of Undeath too, but this was what he had been

hoping for.

Right after the maw of the neon dragon fell on him and the masked man, Vohnvolt used his control of the space in the Null Remnant to escape into the skies.

He had gotten what he needed. Well, half of it.

'Let's apply it and see,' he thought to himself and a purple-gold light rippled through from his hand and covered his entire body. Then, one of the stumps of his arms which had been destroyed by Aurolio became wrapped in a great, reddish flame that spotted a greenish-black

tint.

A shadow showed from within the flame, quickly growing to become something less vague and inconsequential.

It then manifested into a full arm. A full, bone arm.

The amalgam was finally able to replace his arms which he had found impossible with just simple regeneration; it was a result of the dense Voided Death Essence from Aurolio earlier. However, this new arm he managed to restore, wasn't the same the one he had before.

No.

It had a familiar off-white color, and looked rather weak and brittle, at least when compared to the others the amalgam had before.

Another of his stumps also exploded with the same reddish energy and another arm came to

be, same as the last.

An outline of coarse energy blazed around them.

It wasn't Null Life Essence.

It wasn't mana.

It was, of course, Undeath energy.

'Heh. No wonder you were so cocky, Red Rage. The [Blessing of Serenity] is way too good!'

Vohnvolt thought.

It truly was a splendid gift to be prodigious!

[Author's Note]

Sorry for the lagging in updates. To ensure privilege users don't feel cheated, I will be doing a

mass release on the 20th and another one before the months ends. Until then, there should be some singular chapters. Sorry again for the inconvenience.