Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1131: Match Me!



The Null Devil King had succeeded in making Replicus think that he couldn't manifest the odd creatures he could summon wherever he pleased no matter how far away he was. Perhaps this was his way of further showing greater battle intellect than the Warmoth's Progeny, after all, he had easily read the intention behind why Replicus had kept engaging him with a flurry of punches moments ago when it was clearly futile.

The Progeny had been hoping to find an opening for an attack with his two weapons while Caxellac was close and fully occupied. Of course, Caxellac had beat Replicus to the punch by cutting off his arm.

Now, Caxellac had caught Replicus lacking once again.

The Warmoth's Progeny was surrounded from all sides by massive, powerful, suicidal bulls who weren't afraid to crush him in the middle of their charge. Sadly, for Replicus, they had enough power to do just that.

When confronted with voluminous blasts of the surging wind up close, Replicus became sure that he was missing something extremely important.

There was no way he could beaten by regular winds.

There was no way these odd bulls with hardly a speck of Null Life Essence or mana within them could kill him.

Something was up.

Thankfully, Replicus had regained speed enough to react even when ten of thousands of enemies moving at light speed were merely a few meters from him because of the [Null Life Demesne]!

He raised the severed arm wielding the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow, and had it jab the sharper end of the bow spear into the ground...precisely where his shadow was.

At once, the spear emitted a faint glow and then...

Inky darkness exploded out in every direction like a treacherous tide of black, blinding death.

It drank up light and filtered itself even into space.

The Warmoth's Progeny's shadow had come alive and it poured outward vengefully, masking all vision and counteracting motion in an explosive wave. Jerthrax had been the one to demonstrate such a unique power. Actuass had used it as well, after stealing a portion of the Herald's soul.

Replicus wasn't sure if the shadow was the answer to the stampede.

It seemed even something as vague as a sword slash wouldn't work. His attack with the Warmoth's Spine had been distorted and redirected elsewhere.

But what of the empowered shadow?

Replicus didn't wait to find out.

Manifesting a porous ball of purple-gold around his bottom right hand, he called upon the power of Maximum Catalyst with Reversion, infusing as much mana as he could for the activation.

A wide streak of purple-gold light, impossible to dodge, fell on Replicus and all the bulls in the vibrant shadow, drowning everything in its light for a fraction of miniscule time!

Replicus had made sure to target all the wind around the bulls. He would make it devolve to extinction, leaving the ruby red bulls bare!

Well, he had hoped.

Shocked, Replicus watched as Reversion failed him for the first time.

...!

Shards of broken light flew everywhere just when his great shadow - which had persisted even in the face of Maximum Catalyst's light - twisted and was ripped to strips and shreds that returned to his feet!

"What the "

Just as Replicus shuddered, Caxellac appeared right in front of him and sent the Bastard Sword of the Hedonist piercing towards his chest along with a flurry of sharp, lethal slashes of Null Life Essence!

"How lukewarm, Warmoth," he sneered while great bulls galloped to crash into Replicus' back!

Replicus felt an intense wave of pain from the blunt impact, the slashes and Bastard Sword which pierced through the kite-shaped hole in his chest...but that didn't stop him from reacting promptly.

His shadow climbed onto him and covered his whole body like a rising, black liquid that issued out bursts of smoke!

Suddenly, the next slashes to whip into him, intending on ripping him to pieces lost their potency, merely shredding off pieces of shadow instead. The Bastard Sword, deadly as it was, was pushed away urgently, surprising Caxellac!

The rams from several bulls did the trick, though.

A massive chunk of shadow was blown away when another bull blasted into Replicus' side!

The odd beefy mounds' attacks were still effective!

The Null Devil King glared at Replicus just as he glared at him.

Then, as though the two had somehow reached a point of complete synchronicity, their hands whipped out, the latter's faster than the former's, and...

Perhaps because Caxellac was much better at using it than Replicus, it seemed to hardly matter that the Warmoth's Progeny had activated [Null Extraction] first!

An indescribable force erupted between the two and sent them both speeding in opposite directions at terrifying speeds!

Replicus felt himself collide with an endless series of bulls, his flesh and shadow getting ripped away almost completely.

He landed on his head, rolled and once again grabbed his severed arm which one of his phantoms made sure to remember to drag along.

Immediately, he knocked the Ju`wtta against each other, restoring himself, but to his great shock, his body felt an intense pull, and in less than a breath, he was right before the Null Devil King who grinned at his surprise!

"Match me!" he cried and Replicus felt, quite like his own, a great domain of Null Life Essence press forth from Caxellac, squashing his thoroughly and leaving him once again vulnerable to the Static Limbo!

A lethal slice then sped through Replicus' neck, severing it completely.

...!!!

The Warmoth's Progeny felt that his head could fall off at this very moment, but one of his hands rushed to keep it on his shoulders while another whipped towards the Null Devil King, ... and conjured something the Warmoth's Progeny had learned from the dragon Jerthrax.

Absolute Frost!

At once, everything before Replicus up to a hundred meters away turned dark, as though a deep void had swallowed it at all.

Well, a void had devoured it, actually. A void of cold so potent, it overwhelmed common light and froze up mana, and turned everything to what might as well be cold ash.

This was the Rule-level concept Jerthrax had summoned against Replicus and Actuass while in the Null Remnants. The Warmoth's Progeny had learned it because of [Epiphany] and the [Nullmancer's Royal Raiment of Acclimation] which he had had on the entire time through

the battle!

Wasting no time at all, Replicus clashed the Ju`wtta together and restored himself before cladding himself in [Neutral Maximum] in order to leap safely into the cold and continue his

assault.

BOOOOM!

Shock brimmed lividly in Replicus' eyes as a massive bull galloped from the cold darkness and smashed into him with so much force that he nearly thought he had exploded!

'They are immune even to that? What kind of ability even is this?!' Replicus thought right as

he fell with an explosive crash.

Before he could recover, a dark greave slammed into his chest, as did the entirety of the

Bastard Sword of the Hedonist!

Replicus gasped and grunted in agony.

Damn it.

The sword had finally plunged into him, and it didn't make him feel better to know that he

had been right about its effect.

Caxellac snorted disappointedly.

"I suppose this is where it ends. A pity. You had me going there. I thought you were actually evolving. Adapting. I don't even need to know many of your weaknesses to defeat you. Well, you seem well acquainted with the effect of this sword, seeing as you have been avoiding it so much. You know your end will be rather... embarrassing, I expect."

Replicus wheezed terribly.

...And then he smirked.

"Ah. I would have preferred to knock you off your high horse by myself, but oh well. I am a

Nullmancer after all," he said with difficulty.

All of a sudden, the ground was dyed in shiny silver, like mercury, massive, thick scales visible

from it.

A humongous maw then spread from this mercury, with teeth as large as the great mountains

on Edagon.

It then appeared that Replicus and Caxellan were on a vast, mercury tongue that turned red as

a beam of atrocious heat lit up from deep within the maw below them!

...!!!

Caxellan was dumbfounded, and before he could move, a great shadow gripped his greaves

tight, making sure he couldn't escape.

Then everything burned.