Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1026: Mash of Domains!



One thing was apparent in that moment.

What was standing on the red, shaggy beast with entirely black eyes and a mane of whitish silver fur that acted as its hair and beard, was not human despite looking like one.

It was a beast.

That in itself was only odd, and not frightening at all.

However, the towering, billowing waves of dense mana, as well as the methodical manner in

which they surged, merely seconds away from transforming into something wondrous and fatal, was the terrifying part.

A Territory was coming.

A Territory from a beast.

This was especially harrowing because beasts, as the original users of Majestic Territories,

did not need to use Creeds for their activation. As a result, they tended to be, not only better at using them the older they were, but also faster during the activation.

Worse yet, the active Territories of beasts tended to be much larger than that of humans.

"Majestic Territory, Reign of the Unending Exigencies."

By the time the suspiciously languid voice of the Sky Watcher came, all those who could, expelled their Territories in response!

Warding Pride.

Em-Sul.

Mad Bishop.

Even Eaniss.

Baddan wore a dashing smile.

His raging mana, in the morsels of time that followed, turned into a massive sphere of solid white Nitros, quite like paint that exploded outward!

Before it could engulf everyone within it, though, a similarly globe of potent Nitros rushed to meet it, stalling its momentum. Then another came and then another.

Before longer than a millisecond, twelve bloated spheres of Nitros - with varying sizes - were bashing against each with huge hot sparks flying where they met, pushing each other for control!

It was quite the sight!

The Reverse Clusters in the vicinity were eradicated by the combined power of the Territories which bombarded the space around!

Mirages and distortions erupted, devastating the sky and the sea alike!

The ebony waters were whipped back, or perhaps incinerated, leaving a huge empty gap between the globes of unformed Territories and where the surviving waters persisted below!

It was a spectacle!

Very rarely was there ever a circumstance where so many Territories clashes like this.

And when they did...

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

The globe-like Nitros balls shot trails of colour upward at the same time, some of them depicting well-refined environments and some only showing singular stretches of colour with vague artistic details!

The streams of varying designs were also packed together as they soared upward, clashing, but...

PWA! PWA! PWA!

Quite like glass, a majority of them began to shatter, and in turn, the globes from which they originated cracked horribly as well!

What exactly was happening?

Well, when Territories were expelled at the same time, and collided, their Primary assault functions automatically measured against each other.

In such a case, having a Primary assault function based solely on 'hitting hard' with raw force gave one the advantage, even if their Territory as a whole was inferior!

Such a Primary assault function could simply wallop that of an opposing Territory which would in turn deal direct damage to the caster of the opposing Territory!

And such was the result...

The individual scores of colour were representations of different Territories' Imaginary GeoScapes. They carried the Primary assault function of the Territory and matched it against the others.

Those that were overwhelmed, shattering in the process...

"ARRRRRGHHHH!"

One of the twelve globes below the streams of GeoScapes cracked and dissolved, leaving behind a great vessel atop of which a man with spiky hair could be seen screaming at the top

his lungs!

Every bone of his on the right side of his body was turned to dust, blood and cuts marring his flesh and his armour!

Immediately, he and his Faction sank below, where the ocean the vessel had been sitting on had been.

Several more such scenes showed as more of the Territories lost in the contention of Primary assault functions, many falling to the depths of the depressed sea; dead or even alive.

Baddan held strong.

Eaniss held strong.

Em-Sul held strong.

And Warding Pride as well.

The clash continued, much to a certain Penetrator's amusement.

"They executed everything perfectly. I really should reward them. Hmm. Isn't that twice I'm

saying this now without delivering?" Replicus called himself out.

His crew had performed outstandingly on the first phase of the plan.

One. To use Allora's significantly improved mastery of Mind casting to find and taunt Em-Sul

if she could (just because).

Two. To use Grim's resilient beast form as a platform to land on.

Three. To mark where Em-Sul was so they wouldn't lose him after the chaos that ensued.

Four. Have Baddan incite a massive Majestic Territory clash that would eliminate the riff-raff and force the enemy to lose a sizable of chunk of resources - Creeds.

Four was only possible because Baddan was a powerful Cluster beast of the fourteen Tier with a stable and unusual Territory which he expertly incorporated his new technique into. And this was only possible because he had incredible talent that had befuddled even Replicus.

"Hehe..." Replicus chuckled behind the starry helm which shone from polish, reflecting on its surface the outline of clouds above him.

Because he had assumed his Penetrator form, the darkness he had conjured for the ship

dissipated as he had no control over it in this state.

Instead, he stood over a mass of dark clouds with Thrill on his left and Araeyn on his right.

"You people...!" Thrill spoke while shuddering in express horror.

The luminance from what was happening below dyed all three of them.

Replicus' sockets flashed brightly.

"You should probably look away if you think this is as crazy as things will get."

And he was right.

The real show was just about to begin.

"Araeyn," Replicus said, and the pale, ghoulish Apostle to his right moved.

He leapt from the cloud and dropped straight down like an arrow, greaves first.

He had no semblance of emotion on his face, but deep within, buried under layers of growing insubordination, he was interested in using this ability of his for the first time.

An ability that was the core of what he was.

The Astute Duke of Transversal.

The radiance from the struggling powers below illuminated the Apostle, highlighting him

with more and more brightness the lower he went.

Before he landed, a long red sash, his Fond Calamity, appeared and acted as a platform for

him to stand on.

Then, a skill churned within him.

[Grandiose Manifestation]

...!!!

As soon as it was activated, everyone felt it.

After all, a piece of Aigas - one where the Territories contended against each other -

transformed into a whole other dimension entirely...