Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1080: Surprise Motherfu-



"Have at me, heathen!" a shrill cry came from one of the unformed Territories which proceeded to inch forward through the design of massive teeth around the area the masked man and everyone was!

The cry came from none other than the Mad Bishop who wore her signature demented look as her massive pools of Nitros constantly ate through the integrity of Actuass' Territory!

On the other hand, Eaniss could be seen, opting to instead siphon her Nitros silently instead of making such an attempt to grab the attention of the masked man. Her eyes first pinned on the masked man's Imaginary GeoScape, then the masked man himself, and then finally... the amalgam.

Vohnvolt looked to Eaniss as well and without wasting even a moment, he bolted towards her and leaped into the enclosure of her Nitros.

He then drew a few mouthfuls of air and locked eyes with the masked necromancer again.

Both individuals were still rattled by what they had experienced, but both were experienced enough to not let such a thing convince them that they weren't enemies in the heat of battle. To think that combining Undeath energy and Null Life Essence produced such an odd result... The two's lives had flashed before each other's eyes and both could attest to the fact that as this happened, it had become difficult to not humanize their opponent if only slightly, after all, they were both humans once; humans with normal lives, cares, and ambitions that didn't implicate the whole world.

Actuass scowled and then his fingers locked together.

...!!!

At the same, Vohnvolt's socket flames furiously blazed in his sockets.

He remembered!

He remembered a crucial piece of information he had gleamed from the masked man; from the tail end of the sheet that displayed every event in his life.

"Eaniss!" he called to the Head Faction Leader. "He's preparing to use his Secondary assault! Don't let him activate it!"

The amalgam had sensed what it could do, and pieces of the masked man's intent also registered in his mind.

What the masked man had said to the amalgam a few minutes ago continued to prove relevant as a meaningful warning with more than just a single meaning.

'...Don't let me touch that soul of yours.'

"Dammit!" Vohnvolt cursed so hard that Eaniss gave him a strange look.

"It's that bad, huh?" she said.

"Very bad," the amalgam replied with urgency in his tone. His [Neutral Maximum] immediately vanished at his will and he thought of many ways to stop the masked man who was already beginning the motions for his attack.

Eaniss sighed.

Her Nitros exploded out all the more, as did that of the Mad Bishop who cackled loudly. The degree of space they both occupied against the masked man's Territory expanded and his Imaginary GeoScape began to suffer all the more.

With the space Deathward Maw inhabited breaking, it started to look as though all these combatants where inside a well decorated glass ornament which had just been punctured through by bursts of solid white light.

"Hurry!" Vohnvolt cried.

The third thing he had been doing when he hid himself away earlier, had to do with the Mad Bishop and Eaniss. The former couldn't be killed through conventional means and the latter was a complete anomaly whom he wasn't sure was as helpless as she made everyone in this current situation feel.

Thus, after taking the [Nullmancer's Unforgiving Lancet], Vohnvolt knew the Mad Bishop would still be alive, and the same was true for Eaniss whom he had pulled deep into the cold waters of the Frigid Pools. In his absence from the thick of the fight, he had placed them in separate pockets of space, like Yuyui, and conversed with them, making a deal with them in exchange for their help.

What the masked man was concerned about was not just the masked man, but the addition of the Null Devil King who had been playing at his own pace all along.

Furthermore, the amalgam had known he would be vulnerable when Territories came into play. The ones to be unleashed in a fight of this calibre were definitely going to be ones he couldn't contend against without some kind of assurance.

"We'll force him into a clash. Our powers have still been growing since that necromancer explained how that bizarre power of his works. If we push hard enough, his Territory will be forced to counter ours only with its Primary assault," Eaniss said. "He'll lose."

This was true.

When multiple Territory clashed, what decided which would remain standing, was the Primary attacks of each.

The one with a more physically-oriented attack mechanism would emerge victorious, and as Eaniss had gleamed, the masked man's Primary attack wasn't a physical one!

Her's and the Bishop's Nitros expanded once again, chipping away at Deathward Maw.

The masked man still remained with his hands clasped.

It was starting to become suspicious why it took so long for his Secondary attack to activate,

when...

...!!!

The dragon, Eaniss and the Mad Bishop suddenly bore faces of agony!

The sensation of their life energy compounding within them... had finally grown to edify their overall power by a complete 100%!

Their strength exploded out abundantly!

Their physical attributes, their mana reserves, the potency of their Classes. Everything.

Everything... including the strength of their souls!

Vohnvolt noticed this only a second after the masked man's eyes gleamed with maliciousness.

'I was right!' he thought in horror.

With his newly acquired skill [Soul Awareness], he had sensed t the souls of Eaniss, the Mad Bishop and most obvious of all, Jerthrax!

Suddenly, it all made sense!

"Soul Yield!"

increase in power in

As the masked man announced the name of his Secondary attack, a most bewildering scene

followed.

The large, clamped-shut, yellow teeth which had marked the boundary of the masked man's Territory, started to separate. They opened while trembling, making it seem as though the colossal beast whose maw everyone was trapped within, was opening its mouth for a breath

of fresh air!

Piercing reddish-black light streamed in as the massive teeth opened, dyeing everything in a most unfavourable fate!

When the light gushed in and washed over the contending powers from the Severed Union trio, their Nitros immediately dwindled to a fourth of their full expression!

The power behind the red light was atrociously overwhelming!

The masked man was an Incandescent Stager on a similar level to Eaniss and the Bishop, and even though their powers were doubled, his Territory still managed to overpower them

easily!

The fact that the two felt treacherous pain from their souls becoming too strong for their bodies also acted as a factor that derailed their focus, further leaving them susceptible to the

masked man's crushing might!

Vohnvolt clicked his tongue.

In less than a second, when the Nitros protecting him was chewed away, he and Eaniss were

going to perish.

However, Jerthrax was already halfway through that process.

Soul Yield was an attack that unconditionally fed the souls of whoever was highlighted by its reddish-black light within Deathward Maw to the masked man!

Its potency increased tremendously as the maw it casted continued to open.

The masked man had already begun to devour Jerthrax's soul, which had been made twice as powerful by the power of his Undeath Class!

The dragon had fallen to the ground with its face stiff. The vivacious power from his soul travelled as bright golden mist into the body of the masked man, unhindered and undeterred!

The masked necromancer had created several options for himself toward his goal of usurping

Jerthrax's power.

The scales he ripped out from the dragon had been one, but the fact that the dragon was also able to protect himself with shadows had made him slowly begin to draw away from using this as a viable method to triumph against the Herald.

Better yet, he had made everyone think this was his only way to beat the dragon, when it wasn't. His Territory was his other, most effective method, but he had had to make sure he could use it at the best moment.

Now, he had gotten to the final stages of what he wanted with barely any hitch.

Or so he thought.

...

One of Jerthrax's massive scales suddenly peeled open on its own and a human figure bolted

out from the space behind it to reached the masked man before he could respond.

BZZZT!

In the next instant, crimson lightning coating a sword stormed towards the masked man's clasped hands and ripped them from his body!