Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1066: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (7)



Everyone felt the sudden change which began with the largest combatant among them.

Prisma Vohnvolt was the first to understand this change. The large mana chains from [Budget Tug-of-War] connected to Jerthrax shattered. Their primary effect had been to reduce the mana reserves of the target to no more than a tenth of their maximum capacity.

The amalgam had nerfed the dragon and the Null Devil King for a while, but the chain had started to turn faint as time passed, after all, [Budget Tug-of-War] had a time limit. Unlike what Vohnvolt used it for - to keep track of the Null Devil King and the dragon - its main purpose was to facilitate a drag and draw game where the amalgam could wrestle mana away from the people he was connected to.

Unfortunately, because of the calibre of the respective opponents, he had known this wasn't going to work. He wasn't sure he could steal Null Life Essence from the Null Devil King, and he knew for certain that taking even a sliver of Jerthrax's gold quality mana and infusing it into his cores wasn't the best idea.

And indeed, a gold mana core.

The fine mana core of the Herald had surprised the amalgam.

Now that it was free and freely in use, everything changed.

A fierce gust of wind with an overwhelming sense of dignity to it erupted within the fourth Null Remnant.

Jerthrax finally let loose, and as he did, his full presence seemed to warp everything nearby. His mana in general, on top of the fact that it scaled higher than that of a purple core, and was in staggering quantities, was blessed by his Divine energy. As bits of it whipped out like the winds of autumn, everyone couldn't help but anticipate the worst.

Jerthrax's vast body... changed.

Even though it already looked thick and tough, it grew to be more so while also attaining a few dozens of meters in length...no, height.

The dragon was built like a quadruped, meaning his body's stature supported movement on his four limbs when he wasn't flying. However, the even distribution of mass creating this form was broken. Jerthrax's upper body grew a little bolder, his chest caving in slightly, switching from the need to support his former stance. His forelimbs grew thicker and longer as he stood upright in the air, his wings getting broader.

Fire blazed from the nostrils of the dragon.

Vohnvolt was perplexed.

'This convinces me all the more that facing this thing is just pure insanity,' he thought, but the next change in Jerthrax made him gape in horror all the more.

Shadows that the amalgam recognised to have announced the approach of the dragon in the very beginning, rose from the tattered floor. They were as dark and as large as he remembered. They stripped themselves from the hard ground, seven in all, and wrapped around the body of their master!

Right as they did, bursts of smoke exploded from the dragon.

The smell of them was immensely agitating.

Everyone without exception was forced to cover their noses or at least hold their breaths.

'What now?' Vohnvolt thought. What were those shadows doing to the draconic monstrosity?

The amplified bellowing from the gusts that came from Jerthrax answered the amalgam's questions.

It became so hot all around the arena that every inch of space turned into a mirage.

Over the dragon, the shadows that had decked him like armour just now started to melt, rising up like puddles of black ink, and hissing of ebony smoke. They turned the image of Jerthrax even more fearsome than it had been, but even then... the Herald wasn't done.

It was hard to imagine, but the creature, as an individual combatant, was bound to the progression of power that any other creature on Aigas was; in particular, humanoids. Jerthrax had a Class too, well, Classes.

As he raised his right hand, a mighty, ebony spear appeared in his grip, its head a spiral blade of glossy gold. It went without saying that the spear was huge.

In its left hand, a long, silver shaft with large, single-edged swords on both ends of it could be seen, emitting a presence that embodied the very idea of doom.

PFFFFF.

Jerthrax emitted a scalding breath.

Then, from the dragon's head, a pulse of shrill noise exploded out and smote the minds of all his enemies!

The amalgam heard the chilling scream only for an instant and his mind turned blank.

He wasn't the only one.

Aurolio and even the masked man fell prey to this attack, but it couldn't have bombarded them for long, after all, Mind Casting wasn't the Herald's forte.

However, while they were stunned, Jerthrax raised his spear and swung it with so much force that the entire arena groaned, thousands of pieces of debris flying up and down from the abrupt disturbance!

The masked man was first in the trajectory that the spear intended to slice through, blasting its enemies apart!

Being confronted by the spiral-shaped head of the weapon was no different from watching a continent fall from the sky, intent on crushing you upon its landing!

The masked man felt that same way just as his mind was restored with the help of the winged horse he rode. Because it was connected with him using Undeath, he could interact with it mentally and vice versa.

The hazel glow of the necromancer's eye flashed bright from behind his mask, and Divine energy burst out of him like a flood, ripe with the effect of a Divine Blessing he had learned

recently!

Brunt Divide!

As soon the large spearhead touched his coat of Divine energy, a sound akin to steel smacking hard against iron erupted, filling the hall with an explosive, chaotic vibration.

The impact was so impossibly loud that it awakened Aurolio and the amalgam from the mental attack a fraction of a moment ago, but it also dealt them significant damage; the shattering of a section of his body to the latter, and the cracking of his Bare Guise to the

former.

The masked man had managed to stop the spear, but his horse was erased to something more miniscule than atoms. He couldn't save it.

With Brunt Divide, he managed to separate a majority of the momentum travelling with the spear from the spear itself, thus avoiding certain erasure!

However, the next attack had already come from his left. Jerthrax's blade's edge was singing while on its way to the masked man.

SHIIIIIIING!

The necromancer was swiftly cut across from his leg to his shoulder!

Quite frankly, because of the thickness of the swords, the damage could barely be attributed

to the sharp edge of the sword at all. Their speed and toughness had just vaporised a portion

of the masked man's body!

A luminous, thick line was drawn along the path Jerthrax cut.

BOOOOM.

The amalgam was horrified to hear the arena tremble.

A fifth of it swiftly slid off from the mass it was connected to and disappeared from sight.