Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1058: Disinfected!



The moment Yuyui noticed all of Vohnvolt's arms desist from constantly sending out flurries of attacks, she knew she had to step up her game.

The amalgam's active offense had been what had allowed her to be able to relax for a while, but now, she understood that her master was leaving her with the task of handling the endless streams of attacks.

Without even stopping to consider that the task might have been too monumental for her, she set one foot on either of the amalgam's shoulders, and took a quick deep breath, her strange dark cloak billowing wildly.

Then, with a fierce look she rarely wore, the girl's hand swiped like the wind in all directions while leaving a trail of plain gold which quickly turned red with blood!

It seemed that for the girl, who had finally earned the title of Pinnacle Occuluthon, her Eye of Dispersal was enough to make the shield of divine energy around the undead monsters irrelevant, their own powers more so. This was on top of the sword's own properties. Not only was it sharp, as Vohnvolt had said, it was imbued with Red Rage's ability to persuade people into making things easier for him; one extracted from one of his skills and extended through his radiant armour.

When applied to the sword, however, this ability became one that tricked various forms of defence – armour and skills - into letting it cut through them with ease; a truly astounding ability for a mere sword!

Yuyui's eyes darted this way and that so ferociously that her irises barely registered in the whites.

She might not have met the optimal standard to stand on this battlefield physically, but she still possessed a decent blue core, and had grown to become an early Advancement Stager. If she needed it, she could bolster her prowess by an upwards of 400% with Full Body Aura.

'Not yet!' Yuyui thought.

As she cleaved the heads of a 101 beasts at once, leaving some of their corpses to disappear into the amalgam's [Inverted Boundary], the girl convinced herself that she didn't need to use this trump card yet.

She was still feeling good right now. She was far from wiry.

Her grin held the pride and joy of meeting the expectations of her master. Better yet, the constant notifications that the guidance field gave her, added to her esteem.

...

The amalgam employed his mastery over essence to fully close the mana core he had opened up, the Nature Bound Malleable Form Core. It gleamed purple-gold from its original hue of blue, showing that it had adapted to the new concept that the amalgam had learned.

As Vohnvolt had hoped, he felt that the mana core was so closely bonded with the concept that it would take a miniscule amount of the mana from this core to manipulate the new concept and produce it in large volumes.

On of this, just as the amalgam had hoped...

[Maximum Catalyst: S]

His affinity with the Rule-Level concept was already very high from the jump!

This was a tremendous win!

All that remained now, was to figure out what this concept was capable of exactly.

It was forged out of the concepts All-Encompassing Transubstantiation, which was formerly Disruption, Inexorable Unveilment, formerly Lambent Phosphor, and Complete Omnipresent Registry, which had been Spatial Lightning.

The goal had originally been to devise an ability that allowed Replicus to disrupt techniques, but what was born seemed to be way beyond that.

'Let's test it out,' Vohnvolt thought as he raised the hand that had already spotted purple- gold particles of Maximum Catalyst.

These particles bubbled up wildly as the mana poured into them increased.

The sockets of the amalgam flared bright.

...!!!

Something clicked in his mind, and when it did, the purple gold brilliance in his hand got agitated, and it exploded out in a beautiful flash, encompassing everything around him with its glow... at a speed that eclipsed the whopping gallop of light!

IT had in an instant, and very, very few even managed to register that IT had happened when it did.

The amalgam... was so mortified that he hurried to extinguish the glow in his hand.

A great silence ensued.

The hemming and hawing of the undead in Prisma Vohnvolt's vicinity ceased entirely.

It was only natural.

After all, over eighteen million undead... had been relieved of the air of undeath within and around them!

'Crazy...' the amalgam thought in disbelief.

He gawked at the creatures around him, and all of them looked towards him as well.

The undeath energy that had been siphoned within them by the masked man was gone, instead, weakly blazing within their assorted husks... was life energy.

So much of it wafted in all directions that it caused discord.

Those that had been reanimated by undeath, were now corpses fuelled with the very essence that gave them life in the very beginning!

Aged faces, decaying skin, crushed arms, disembowelled organs.

The undead all still featured the remnants of their battles before they ultimately died at the hands of the masked, but now, their connection him... was severed completely.

And then...

The light of consciousness vanished from the affected victims, and they all fell down lifelessly to the sea as the brimming life energy within them, fizzled out.

They finally died permanently.

As their corpses rained down, bumping into the genuine undead left on the battlefield, Vohnvolt shook.

He was truly and wholly overwhelmed by what had just occurred despite starting to

understand the nature of it.

And he wasn't the only one.

Jerthrax had sensed what had happened, and so had the Null Devil King.

One other party was also as deeply taken aback by this... and he set to move while everyone else was still reeling from the shock.

Vohnvolt noticed his action.

He immediately extricated himself from his stupor and flashed away with Yuyui from where

he had been floating.

His timing was impeccable.

After all, a micro-second after he moved, something dark and quick bore through the field of undead, easily tearing them apart as it went.

Belatedly, when Vohnvolt appeared elsewhere, he discovered that he hadn't been the target of whatever slammed the undead obstacles into bits as it swiftly exploded into the distance.

ROO000000AAAAAR!

A furious roar of agony told him that the real target had been struck successfully.

It was Jerthrax, of course.

But what could have possibly caused the dragon to feel so much pain?

The amalgam abandoned his focus on his newly acquired concept and sent his sights pinning

on the body of the Herald.

He was alarmed at what he saw.

There, by the dragon's chest, it was easy to see.

A man wearing cloak was could be seen, bathed in complex stream of mana that entangled with some kind of divine energy.

Where he had placed his hand on the Herald, a small section of the dragon's scales had been removed. No, it looked as though they had been cleanly pried off, separated from the tough, but more vulnerable flesh underneath!

And just when this 'soft' spot was revealed, so was the overwhelming presence of the masked man from within the shadow of his millions of minions which overshadowed them all

effortlessly!