Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1054: The Major Players



The masked man had entered the battlefield.

When he did, a significant portion of the attention of all the players involved honed in towards him and the massive Carven that he had subjugated with his Undeath before beginning his journey.

'So, he's here...' the amalgam thought, the blaze in its large sockets growing all the fiercer.

Jerthrax's reaction was even intense, however. It looked as though the dragon had been waiting had been waiting for this moment exact moment.

The Herald had by no means been ignorant of the scum that had been coming for his life, after all.

His huge blue eyes narrowed... and the world screamed as he moved at speeds beyond light toward the masked man!

The chain that the amalgam had pinned on his chest did not stop him, and luckily for the amalgam, the chain could grow as needed, otherwise he might have been pulled along at the super brisk pace.

The Herald's dive at hyper speed was admittedly a bit too much for the amalgam. That was why he had gone out of his way to use his newly acquired skill [Budget Tug-of-War] before the real battle began. The chains that spawned from it latched onto nothing but the main supply of energy in his target.

[Budget Tug-of-Tag]'s basic use, was to allow its user to discern the intent of his enemies through whatever energy they used. The fuel an expert used was tied to their soul and body after all, one or another.

When an enemy's intent was discerned, the skill allowed the user a single instance per minute to react to the enemy's future movements adequately.

Thus, with his thought phantoms facilitating tens of thousands of thoughts in less than several instants combined, one of the amalgam's hands, the one holding the length piece of cloth - quite like a very long cape - whipped out with as much speed as Jerthrax's dive.

The cloth it held appeared to be even larger than it looked before when it was sent ripping forth!

It widened and cut off the dragon's path just in time, unfurling even further as the miniscule bits of time ticked by.

Then... the massive snout of the Herald sank into the face of the cloth as if it were another dimension!

...!!!

Jerthrax's momentum fell significantly.

For a time, he was stumped by what just happened. His nostrils, which were in another plane smelled a vast body water.

What...

In the next micro-instant, the amalgam didn't let up.

With a vicious tug at the lengthy cloth, he exercised unbelievable physical might, pulling the dragon's whole head such that it faced up, its eyes looking at him.

Space trembled, right then.

The rage of the Herald was felt vibrantly.

It was frightening.

It was bone chilling.

But the amalgam only found it amusing.

"Don't you dare ignore me," its hoarse voice came from its flaming mouth as it drew back the long piece of cloth, raised the hand which siphoned the purple-gold particles within it, and grabbed ahold of the large mana chain that linked to the dragon's chest with another.

The amalgam was thoroughly focused. Extremely focused, even.

Despite its arrogant declaration, it knew that both the dragon and the Null Devil King possessed power enough to wipe it out in an instant.

If it played its cards right, however, that instant would never come, especially with the arsenal it had.

The sheer variety of options from the three skills that had been selected for [Bringer of All] - [Sorcery of Essence], [Grandiose Manifestation] and [Greatest Null Weaver] - was unfathomable.

Right then, as Jerthrax and the amalgam stared each other down, someone else took over the job of instantly lunging at the emerged masked man.

Two explosive presences shot out from somewhere over the sea and hurtled with dark intent towards the masked man's vessel.

The amalgam recognized both of them immediately.

Warding Pride and the Bishop!

They stormed up rapidly, and acted just as quickly.

The Bishop shrieked as she balled her hand into a fist, pulled back her arm and punched the living madness out of the giant lizard-mantis Carven!

The entire thing roared in pain as it whipped back after a crisp impact, its hold on the vessel in its hands almost failing.

Warding Pride, with a determined face took advantage of that lapse, and extended her hand towards the great ship while in midair, and a great force of mana stirred from her mana core before being expelled to create her greatest seal yet.

Four enormous hands that seemed to be made from some granite-like stone appeared around the ship from four directions and enclosed it within their grasp before a written seal plastered where their fingers met!

The Carven, which had been holding the ship, cried as its arms were crushed in the process.

The seal was complete!

The look on Warding Pride's face told that much.

However...

The four sets of hands rumbled and cracked.

A micro-moment later, they opened up while trembling violently, revealing the undamaged image of the great vessel the masked man rode.

Warding Pride frowned. She and the others had been waiting for this moment calmly, and she still wasn't rewarded.

The Faction Leader then watched as her summoned stone seals were swiftly dismantled into finely cut, even blocks of stone that flew away rapidly in four directions.

The masked man's ship, suddenly left to fall from high up in the sky, was caught by the winding body of the Carven which seemed to struggle significantly.

The umbrella-shaped barrier on the man's vessel receded, revealing him and his 'partner',

the Paladin Champion.

This time, the masked man truly was the masked man. He wore his green and white mask, as well as a set of humble robes with a distinct sense of style.

Through the hole in his mask, the hazel glow of his eye was revealed looking up at the three that were far above and disregarding the Bishop and Warding Pride.

And just as the caricature of a typical evil spirit spawned beside him, making the amalgam ways above reel in recognition, the masked man spoke:

"And here we are. Finally."

Without warning, the large undead Carven he rode exploded into millions of fragments.

However, what was even more impressive than the endless, flying portions of the creature, were the tens of millions of undead creatures of varying strengths, sizes and ages that stormed out of the fallen behemoth's body, diving in all directions; sky high, sea's low, far left and far right to encompass everything.

Everything.

The masked man was then hidden behind the immense numbers, the last of the glow of his hazel eye vanishing behind a growing shadow of Undeath that seemed so potent, it might

have been divine.