Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1133: Mercurian Long-Snout! (2)



And a long snout it had indeed.

The new Apostle had all the draconic features one would expect, but its long snout was rather surprising. It gave the impression that the Mercurian Long-Snout Legend had at some point in time been involved with a crocodile - a massive version of it in the Null Verse, perhaps. Two great, gleaming eyes with a greenish-gold colour took up a little more than a third of the space on the creature's face. The pupils were quite large and shaped like rather pointy, black eight-point stars that turned abruptly spun clockwise or anti-clockwise.

The Mercurian Long-Snout Legend didn't blink and it would never.

Its focus was on the Null Devil King, as was that of its master.

Replicus sighed.

He let go of the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow, and it suddenly got pulled over above him to one of the Mercurian Legend's great scales which opened up and devoured it before attaching itself to the rest of the body again.

Behind each of the new Apostle's scales was a Storage Unit, after all, and some of these were already occupied.

Replicus watched as Caxellac dropped from the sky and landed far, far away before healing his body and armour with Null Life Essence, albeit not as quickly as he had done before.

He narrowed his eyes and then felt for where he had been stabbed.

'The Bastard Sword of the Hedonist...' he thought. 'If its anything like the Grand Sword of the Hedonist, which I acquired back then, then it works particularly well against male opponents. The Grand Sword practically castrated the goblins back then. The Bastard Sword on the other hand... it completely paralysed me and all my energy reserves after it dug into me. That could have been the end right there.'

Two minutes had barely passed since the [Rune of the FIRST] had been evoked, and it really irked Replicus that there had been several points where the Null Devil King could have put him down.

Well, perhaps that wasn't too shocking.

Caxellac was one of the Four Authorities of the Null Verse. Even while weakened, he was still extremely skilled.

'Hmm. Skill...' Replicus thought.

He had four arms, two Transcendent grade weapons and a new element in Ju`wtte and Maximum Catalyst.

All this should have been more useful until now. Well, he had thought so, but...

'I've only had all these powers for barely an hour, and I haven't had time to properly master them. I don't have a proper fighting style, and I've only been desperately using each clumsily. For now, I'll have to depend more on Beyrmir rather than commit to pride,' Replicus assured himself.

Beyrmir was his new Apostle's name.

Just like Araeyn, Replicus had thought of a name from the deeper dialects from Feinheath which he knew because of the memories he extracted from bandits and brigands before.

Beyrmir meant 'Crusher of the Vast' or 'Weight of the strong'. Replicus had deemed it a fitting name for the former Herald.

After receiving a name, Beyrmir acquired the [Blessing of Serenity], and because of the quality of his previous body, he retained some of its aspects.

For one, Beyrmir, had been summoned with six Class slots, much to Replicus' befuddlement. The Warmoth's Progeny had never quite taken the Classes of his Apostles seriously. The only one who used his very efficiently was Ferex, but for Red Rage, it seemed more like an option. Replicus hadn't yet chosen one for Araeyn given how much power his racial properties alone gave him.

For Beyrmir, that was different though.

Replicus had filled every single Class slot, and he would soon find if this was as great of a boon as it seemed.

Replicus saw the bull Caxellac had summoned and he was once again reminded that even Beyrmir's powers may be rendered moot if he had to fight Caxellac amid those odd beasts.

Thus, begrudgingly...

"Serenity, what kind of power is this guy using? Nothing works on his summoned creatures," he asked.

Serenity answered promptly from within.

"It's Forcemancy. It's a power that allows the user to merge emotions or sensations with an element and a living creature."

Replicus frowned.

"Merging emotions with elements? How does that completely nullify all kinds of attacks? Even Maximum Catalyst isn't working," he said.

"Forcemancy takes the notions surrounding a sensation or emotion and empowers them unreasonably. The same happens with the elements used. In some cases, when an emotion, an element and the living creature of choice are very compatible, abnormal effects may occur. In this case, I think Caxellac infused fury into wind. The result seemed to be a furious that wards away all kinds of supernatural attacks. How this combination is so potent is likely tied to how familiar Caxellac is with the Class. He has been alive for more than a million years after all. Even without a majority of his raw power, he still retains his skills."

Replicus was astonished.

Furious wind, huh?

It seemed the observed behaviour and notions around anger and wind were given a more supernatural form by Forcemancer. Anger or fury was often unreasonable and empowered its host to do extraordinary things rashly. Wind on the other hand, was usually known for casting things away. Perhaps this was the perfect blend, especially when a bull was mixed in.

A perfect blend indeed.

"I see," Replicus said.

So that was it.

Serenity was pleased to find that Replicus wasn't dissuaded or discouraged.

She could have told Replicus all this from the beginning, but she thought he needed to grow far beyond the power he had just acquired. Well, the fact was, Replicus too wanted to grow on his own, which was why he waited until now to ask what Caxellac's deal was.

Right then, Replicus pointed at Caxellac with one his hands while another opened as though to receive something.

"Beyrmir."

"YES, MY LIEGE," the Apostle said in a voice that was heard all throughout Edagon in a deep tone, and another one of its scales opened up to reveal a giant pair of crude, mercury scissors that sped into Replicus' free hand. They had a ghostly appearance to them, and steam continuously poured out as though to emphasise how severely hot they are. The air and space grew extremely restless.

"Now," Replicus said, still pointing at Caxellac.

Beyrmir growled and astonishingly, a cubical pillar of solid mercury fell from the sky and onto Caxellac before he could even imagine how it happened!

...!!!

It was way too sudden!

By the time Caxellac was flattened to the ground, Replicus was already upon him. He had gone around the bull Caxellac had summoned, and in one swift action, he was clipping into the Null Devil King's neck while he was weighed down!