Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1025: Finding The Target



Grim, Allora, Baddan and Pherdanta seemed to fall in slow-motion. They watched as the formation of ships started to stop below them, and it became clear that they had been spotted.

What had likely caused the pause was probably the surge of energy from the boss reverting back to his Penetrator form, leading more than a few to sense his presence from above.

Well, this strategy wasn't entirely hinged on popping out of nowhere to surprise the enemy. In fact, it was better if they all saw them and stopped to see - as had just happened.

As the wind blasted against him mercilessly, Grim attempted to make out the position of their target with the sharp sight from his red eyes.

He could see nothing.

All the ships still had on the umbrella-shaped barrier, which, unfortunately for them, couldn't be pierced by natural sight to see who was aboard the ship. Only Incandescent Stagers who could recognise the details of souls could do that.

'Oh well...' Grim shrugged.

The boss had already told them:

'I've marked the ships belonging to Eaniss, Em-Sul and the Bishop. You can probably recognise Warding Pride's ship with no issue on your own. I don't want you to rely on this though, so I won't tell you which is which. Conditions on this battlefield are always changing, so I'll let you figure that out in real time.'

The boss had then given an encouraging look to Allora.

Grim did the same as their altitude decreased.

Allora wore a firm face filled with resolve, her eyes staring down with focus. Her body which bubbled with mana that she was doing her damndest to keep in check was rather stiff, but she seemed ready to break out of such an undesirable posture when the time was ripe.

Grim almost wanted to laugh.

'Why so damn serious?' he thought. 'Ah, that's right. If she screws up, she'll add a burden on the boss.'

Right then, the group felt an abundance of attention coupled with hostile intent. All the remaining Factions had their eyes on them now, including heavyweights like the Bishop and Eaniss.

Now was the time!

Pherdanta grasped her swords and they let loose a sharp noise as they slid out their hilts.

Baddan brought forth his hands before him and drew his open palms together before chanting:

"Grant me the chances!"

Immediately, two disks, like steel plates appeared over his head, one twice the size of the other.

Grim grinned, and in order to match the energy the Sky Watcher had, he called the name of the beast he would be assuming this time!

"Paradon Parody."

Just as his body started to bulk up, his Granted Armament receding to make way for his enormous size, Allora let her infinite mana gush out wildly from her mana core, which Grim had damaged before the short briefing minutes ago!

The mana, in all its vibrant, white intensity flooded the sky, creating a pattern similar to a field full of fallen autumn leaves, only, their colour being stark white.

There was an eruption quite like that the sound of thunder at the same time, and Allora, the source of the burst of mana seemed to breathe out from her nostrils a fittingly infinite amount of air.

Her hair attained a dull glow and her eyes became radiant white.

The fingers to both her hands locked together, and she then let out a devastating scream!

...!!!

Rather than a scream, it was more apt to call it a cry.

It was nothing short of disturbing.

It seems to crawl rapidly through space and smash into its target where its effect got amplified to the point where it could sink into the bone and fracture it!

Many were affected.

Yet many also resisted.

It was a decent technique at best.

That's what powerhouses like Eaniss had in their thoughts as they looked up.

What was this sonic attack supposed to be exactly?

However...

This was just the prelude.

It was natural for keen eyes to expect that after Allora's less-than-musical-attack, the others would show their hand and expose the main attack.

...But it was still Allora's turn.

She was forty-five meters from the sea when she set loose another stream of air from her mouth and...

...!!!

Everyone on the battlefield saw the image of the tall, wiry-looking Unlimited flash within their minds, and when that happened, all except for a few who recognised and countered the nature of attack were smitten by a force that momentarily caused their minds to lose touch with their bodies!

A mental attack, and an outrageously powerful one at that!

Warding Pride stumbled and knelt down as the world, for but a second, spun. She had felt a numb sensation just now but it quickly dissolved in the next instant.

Something similar happened to most of the other Faction Leaders, and even Eaniss and the Bishop had felt a little dizzy.

Em-Sul, however....

The ma ore a nasty look on his face just as he staggered back.

His eyes twitched and turned bloodshot.

"Fools!" he growled into the sky from the deck of Eaniss' ship, much to everyone's surprise.

Everyone, except Allora.

She wore a huge grin, and then cried to her allies while pointing at the ship that was in the

lead!

"He's right there!"

Instantly, Baddan and Pherdanta's eyes snapped in the direction of Eaniss' ship.

So that's where he was...

Just as Replicus said. If they had come in with prior misconceptions...

Right then, the growing bulge that was Grim exploded into a mass of flesh and bone that

rapidly wove and segmented into a huge sturdy beast!

Spots of dark crimson fur sprouted from it until they turned into a heavy, shaggy coat that was almost half as thick as the beast's individual limbs!

A grating growl shot from the newly formed creature's maw which was attached to a thick, lumpy face that looked much like of a tiger.

The beast had four limbs, all of which, while the same size - muscular and bulky - looked as though they belonged to different creatures, same with the tail which was roughly fifteen

meters long!

BOOOOOOF!

The beast landed on the ebony sea, splashing hideous volumes of the poisonous waters into

the air in a confounding tide!

A few ships were pushed back, and some were washed by the unclean water. The sea, which had been calm all along suddenly turned chaotic again, all around the figure of Grim, no, the Paradon Parody, which surprisingly didn't sink, but remained with half its body exposed over the surface of the water with its fur sizzling from the corrosion.

Pherdanta, Allora and Baddan had clung to the beast before it landed, and now they stood comfortably on its back looking at the swaying fleet.

Pherdanta slashed the air with her white scimitar and deadly whistles from her blade transcended distance to leave visible marks on Eaniss' ship.

As her ship bobbed up and down, Eaniss curiously stared at the group a fair distance away.

She didn't know what their aim was, especially without Bright Storm among them, but she found herself quickly losing interest.

Em-Sul behind her was seething for some reason, likely to do with the slight inconvenience

just now, but she didn't bother to ask for details.

Aurolio raised a brow at the sight of the four.

"What now? Are they trying to take us all on?" he sneered.

No doubt, everyone else that looked at four wondered the same thing.

What was this? A scare tactic?

...

What happened next, however, made everyone turn tense and take this matter all the more

seriously.

It was Baddan's turn to let loose a jet of air from his nostrils.

He gathered his hands and made a simple gesture with his hands.

As he did, an unbelievable amount of mana stormed from him and rose up into the sky!

If the Factions thought its volume was impressive, then its density was almost god-like!

It was even more daunting than Allora's flood of mana just now. The Sky Watcher looked ahead and then spoke in a loud voice. "Majestic Territory, Reign of the Unending Exigencies."