Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1068: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (9)

If Skullius had been here, he would have instantly recognised the object that appeared in Aurolio's hands. It was a large, curled, silver horn with quite an attention-seeking presence about it. From the moment Aurolio released it from special storage, it seemed to actively try to be seen and felt by everyone around.

However, the one to understand something beyond what the artefact displayed on the surface, was Jerthrax.

And of course, he had every reason to.

This Mythical grade object was called the Half-Dragonite's Bone. It was a treasure that Aurolio retrieved after clearing a Cluster that had a species of mystical creatures called half- dragonites. These creatures had a quarter of the essence that made up a true dragon and their appearances were even similar to that of the Herald.

The silver horn's basic effect was to summon a plethora of beasts once it was used by its wielder, but Aurolio had already considered that that probably wouldn't work, given where he

was.

Thus, he banked on the other special effects and skills of the horn.

For instance...

The Voided Deathform raised the large horn in his hand and infused a vast amount of mana into it.

At once, pulses of a radiant, blurred energy whipped out of the larger end of the Half- Dragonite's Bone and rolled outward, saturating the air with their discordant rhythm. Of course, this recurring burst of power didn't register to any of the combatants here... except the Herald.

Jerthrax's head twitched and his eyes burned with a fiercer blue light. He gnashed his teeth and growled faintly, looking to be disturbed.

Because he was a full-fledged dragon, the effect was not at all as severe as it would have been on other lesser dragons. If he was such an inferior breed, he would have gotten down on all fours and started roaring manically, demoted to a common rabid animal.

Aurolio grinned.

While the result wasn't as potent, it was still something he could work with.

Unfortunately for him though, someone else took this prime chance - when Jerthrax was buffering - to deal a meaningful blow.

The masked man's eye's hazel glow sparked with a ferocious will.

His right hand shot into the air, as though to pierce it, and pointed at the large, serpent head that had caught the undead spear he had flung towards the Herald.

Right as the first of these giant serpents decked with the same manner of protection that Jerthrax was clad in had appeared, he had been able to deduce that they weren't products of the dragon, but separate entities; summoned creatures that he afforded his scales and shadows.

They were vastly weaker than the dragon, but they were useful.

Sadly for the dragon, he hadn't considered that their use might extend beyond the one who made a contract and employed them.

After all...

"This is my Creed..." the masked man declared quickly, and his hand, outstretched in the direction of the giant serpent, was enveloped by a jet of blackish-green flames that formed a straight, sharp blade!

The sharp end of this blade couldn't be seen, however. The masked man used a Creed to manifest it into the brain of the serpent, killing it at once!

Then...

"Cast Undeath."

The body of the serpent got wrapped in a blazing mass of greenish-black Undeath... and also a layer of radiant Divine energy!

A second later, the serpent's eyes turned from their original, cold, green hue, attaining a hazel one instead. Without another instant passing, the lengthy mass of the creature, rapidly coiled around the body of the stupefied Jerthrax, restraining him. It then bore its fangs against its former master, and bit his neck!

RAAAAAAR!

Jerthrax roared in fury and agony.

What caused him such pain, was not the fangs of snake, rather, it was what occurred when the fangs touched his scales!

Divine energy burst outward... and Brunt Divide was swiftly applied to his body once again, causing a few dozen more of his scales to be forcefully separated from his neck!

As unbelievable as this was, as inconceivable as it was, the masked man had shifted his soul into the undead serpent and used the Divine Blessing from there!

And just as this occurred, the world shook and changed.

No longer was it an arena placed inside an unending hall. It was now a field full of especially long grasses... and gigantic, jelly cubes of pink and white. They littered the entire space, which was highlighted rather well by a strong source of light bearing from the sky.

Oddly enough, this light source was also a gigantic, squishy cube, only, it somehow produced enough light to compare to the sun!

The combatants fell on one of the jelly cubes. As they did, the object bounced with a funny, pulpy reaction from its contours, and this somehow caused all the other cubes all around to leap upward, covering every inch of the discernible dimension.

How peculiar.

No one could afford to appreciate the surroundings, however, especially Jerthrax. The pain he felt restored his senses and he quickly beheaded the serpent that the masked had shifted his

soul into.

Of course, by then the necromancer had already returned to his original body which bounced on the pink cube and dove upward.

Wrath saturated the Herald eyes, though it began to wane as Aurolio kept his silver horn active. The dragon found his movements and thoughts to get stunted again.

To this, he replied by doing something unexpected.

Mana and Divine energy raged from within him and were expelled in a bright flood that stood over him and created a luminous golden shape that was no different in size and design to that

of its user!

A Genuine Incarnation!

Well, something like it.

Jerthrax had all the qualities of a humanoid combatant; Core, Class and Stage. He had a gold mana core, six Classes and as for his Stage, well, it didn't really matter. After all, whatever could be done by reaching a certain Stage, the Herald could do it using Divine energy!

His Incarnation - a living type - fuelled by both Aura and power from the Deities, wielded ethereal weapons of its own; a spear and a double-sided sword. In a blink, the Incarnation's sword smote down like lightning, shattering the Half-Dragonite's Bone and bashing in

Aurolio's head!

The Voided Deathform had tried to intercept the sword but he failed. His body sank into the buoyant cube, making it tilt from his immense momentum!

Jerthrax soon found himself free from the adverse influence, and without wasting any time, he turned to the masked man and opened his mouth wide.

His breath gathered in his throat, but unlike before, it wasn't like dawn's light. It looked more

like ash.

A vicious ebony tint dyed the new dimension in its hue, while a scalding, hellish heat began to melt the giant, cubical blobs in the vicinity!

The necromancer's eyes narrowed. With a flick of his finger, he called to himself the severed head of the undead serpent, and hid behind it right before a potent jet of dark heat was fired

towards him... and everything else.

The blaze was wide and greedy.

It covered nearly 180 degrees of the dragon's field of vision and eradicated everything in

sight.

It seemed that unlike the previous version of Jerthrax's breath, this variant did not just embody the very idea of burning. It also carried the very notion of stripping down the qualities of whatever it burned, be it resistances against pyromantic powers, endurance or

even lesser forms of Divinity!

All of it was ground down!

The result, after the ebony flames began to die down, depicted the sheer power splendidly. For over a thousand miles before the face the dragon, nothing remained.

Not the pink blobs.

Not the grass.

Not the ground.

Not the sky.

Only black remained.

However, two individuals did persist.

One was hidden behind a crumbling mass that was originally a large serpent decked with

tough scales and mystical, liquid shadows.

The other, was a pasty-faced King decked in a black armour, a shroud of greenish-blue Null Life Essence that oozed of both steam and smoke around him.

Strangely, this mass of Null Life Essence was rotating around itself rapidly like a hamster

wheel, distorting the image of the King inside it.

Of course, only one other individual could have noticed this, and that individual said the same

thing he had said several times before while watching from his hiding place.

'I see...'

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