Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1070: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (11)



Eobald blinked furiously as his soul was once again sleeved into his old body, which had been slayed by the Skullius back when he was a Discount Human. The former Ideal Ark Guild head had given his fading life willingly to Skullius before passing on with tumultuous emotions. Several months ago, the masked man had summoned his soul for interrogation from the Outworld Attic, a mysterious space outside Aigas which the necromancer had been gifted with by the Arch-Lich Somanda. Very little was known about this place; even Fulina and Cyne, the masked man's right-hand associates didn't know much, but many who were affiliated with the Green Neolists at least knew that the Attic was where their souls would go after death, and the masked man would revive them if he desired.

It would have been an honour for Eobald to have been revived back then, but only a dark fate awaited him because of his ill-timed betrayal.

The masked man had told him at that time that he would be reanimated so that he could see what the world became as the necromancer carried out his plan.

(A\N: Refer to Ch.268).

"I know I said I'd only call on you to spectate, but there's been a change of plans. You will play a bigger role than that," Actuass said from behind his mask. Blood leaked from the bottom edge of it, and his eye looked to be bloodshot, but that didn't stop him, even for a moment.

From the portal which had just spat out Eobald, two sarcophagi floated out and settled behind the undead. An instant later, they opened up, revealing the mummified bodies of two individuals.

The masked man didn't think he would be using these right now, but he had no choice. The inspiration that was boiling in his blood made him a tad bit reckless. But then again, he was currently fighting the hardest battle of his life and he needed these. Right now, he couldn't help but be glad that he had Cyne retrieve them from Emeradis just in case.

(A\N: Refer to Ch.436-437).

Without wasting another moment, the necromancer used Brunt Divide on Eobald, and his skin, flesh and bones were peeled off his body in an instant, leaving behind only his soul. However, its glow was barely exposed for half of half of a second, as the masked man pulled one of the dried corpses in the sarcophagi and had it settle over Eobald's soul.

Then, by infusing his Divine energy into the corpse, it quickly regained a healthy, youthful fullness, its features getting defined perfectly.

This, along with the other corpse remaining in the other deathly container, were the corpses of Fulgardt's Chosen from the old days!

In the spirit of fairness, the conversations post the Second Grand War concluded with the corpses of Fulgardt's Chosen being assigned to Emeradis to keep as monuments that would aid to highlight the dark times Aigas had been through back then. All except the body of the hero, Quilforg, who had betrayed Fulgardt in the end and saved the world a great deal of suffering were exhibited like common fossils in a highly secure facility in the great nation.

The masked man, had sunken his claws into these corpses.

They had use.

'And now...' the masked man thought.

Just as he had seen Jerthrax do, he was also going to declare and give them greater purpose.

"I, Actuass Seinold Fe'krel, son of a deluded mother, creates a perfect, harmony between two mismatched entities!"

The cry of the masked man evoked a tremor of Divine energy that spilled into Eobald and his new body. Suddenly, the dull lustre of Eobald's soul, who had died as a mere Advancement Stager, became five times as radiant!

Eobald's soul and the body of Minobu blended into each other perfectly; Eobald's soul expanded to fit its vessel while Minobu's body outlined it well. There was no imbalance. There was no rejection. It was though a new being had been created. One with the best parts of both formerly deceased individuals.

This was especially astonishing when considering that Actuass hadn't been able to do the same with Rayne and the body he had forced him into back then with his own abilities!

Now he could!

Yes.

It was indeed a feat.

A feat that had been carried in no more than three seconds after the strange pulse of power that came from the amalgam above, restoring the world.

Jerthrax had sensed the ridiculousness of what his prime enemy had just done, and he noticed the arrogant, proud look in his hazel eye.

In as much as he was displeased, he was greatly amazed.

This masked bastard learned how to invoke Rules with Divine energy just by seeing him do it once!

And what he had done was incredible. He had essentially created a perfect, new human being! 'HMMM..." Jerthrax hummed in displeasure. But unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury to spectate and appreciate.

Something even more vexing was coming from above.

The amalgam. The culprit behind the ever-changing environment.

While the dragon could explain what the masked man was doing, he had no idea what Vohnvolt had just done to reverse the effect brought on by his breathe just now.

To the Herald, this enemy, if he could help it, had to be dealt with immediately, especially now that he had shown himself.

Thus, the Genuine Incarnation above him moved at treacherous speeds most experts couldn't even comprehend and cast its sword against the Bringer of All!

As terrifying as it was to consider, living-type Incarnations bolstered offensive power specifically by up to 1,000% for Masters. This number, when applied to Jerthrax was more

than doubled.

The power behind the dragon's swing was inferior to that of his Incarnation!

Even though the world full of wobbly cubes was restored, it shook at the power of the Herald which was directed against its master.

As it were, Prisma Vohnvolt was far from capable of reacting to Jerthrax's might.

...That was why, before the dragon even swung his double sword, he had manifested once

again the chain from [Budget Tug-of-War] on the Herald's blazing core!

Like before, it shattered almost immediately, but it had done its job!

It allowed the amalgam one chance to react against the Herald's swing!

The amalgam's reaction wasn't anything fancy, but it was effective.

Null Life Essence gathered and hardened around his outline, turning him glossy, as though he

had been encased in a glass!

When Jerthrax's sword's edge struck against him, it slid off while leaving only a superficial

crack on the amalgam's coat of protection!

...!!!

Jerthrax was infuriated... while the Null Devil King frowned.

'Copycat,' he thought.

The six-armed bastard had copied his ability to defend himself against attacks by employing

Null Life Essence in this manner after only seeing it twice!

He sneered at the arrogant and proud blue glow coming from the amalgam's socket. He must

have reckoned he was genius now.

If only he knew...

Right then, the masked man patted Eobald-Minobu's shoulder, and the perfect lifeform, bathed in Divine energy, hurtled towards the dragon with the same brisk grace as that of a

comet!

His presence was more demanding of attention, as he was a stage above the masked man.

He was Transcendent!

Jerthrax grumbled and placed his full focus on this incoming threat while his Genuine Incarnation remained on the amalgam. He still had to kill this fool. He had almost done it before, in fact. It would be much easier since his target was much weaker, and thus could simply be crushed under the might of his Rule!

Thus, the Incarnation opened its mouth and spoke:

"YOU SHALL CEASE TO EX-"

...But before he could finish speaking, a purple-gold light, much faster than the speed of its

natural counterpart fell upon the dragon and his Incarnation, a crackling sound like that seven thunders resounding within the expansive space!

When it vanished, several fractions of time later, Jerthrax... had lost his armament of burning,

rising shadows.

At this... all eyes, greedy and determined sparked.