Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1135: Mercurian Long-Snout! (4)



There Mercurian Legend was far more than just a fire-breathing, mercury-moulded behemoth.

It was also a symbiote. As long as it had a host, it could exercise all the outrageous abilities inherent of its race; of course, all its offensive abilities would not harm said host.

It was capable of taking many shapes because of its composition, switching from solid to liquid on a dime. Additionally, Beyrmir could expend mana or Null Life Essence to generate as much mercury as he desired.

On top of this, the Mercurian Long-Snout was made of three parts: two other full bodies like the one everyone could see now, but in two other separate dimensions, both of which were linked to two of the one hundreds of thousands of Storage Units found behind its scales. Essentially, the form of it that individuals like Caxellac saw, was only a third of it.

This meant that even if the Mercurian Long-Snout was obliterated in this space, it would still have two other forms of itself left.

Above all this, the Mercurian Long-Snout Legend was capable of manifesting any effect or phenomenon related to intense heat, crafting crude weapons imbued with these effects for its master to use!

Of course, this was only half of the what Beyrmir was capable of with his racial powers.

...

As Replicus played his crude flute, he couldn't help but be pleased with its effect. The heat it expelled was borderline divine, allowing him to expand the space around him to a nigh infinite degree. One would argue this went beyond simple heat, as what was required to quite literally extend ambient space was more than just a fiercely hot flute. Nevertheless, this overpowered phenomenon was what the crude flute could create and Replicus was

determined to abuse it until he healed.

At the moment, he could keep the Null Devil King's projectile mosquitoes at bay.

In the meantime...

Caxellac - surrounded by the large, wind-kissed bulls - managed to fathom what Replicus was doing, however surprised he was, but he couldn't dwell on it.

A vast shadow was cast over him as Beyrmir's form changed from the large ball of mercury that had hurtled into him just now, to the colossal dragon with six limbs and four wings. Beyrmir reared his head, his large eyes staring at the Null Devil King along with everything else around him.

A sense of indignation was abundantly vivid from Caxellac's glare. Beyrmir paid in all the mind he could afford.

An instant later, Caxellac whipped his hand into the air and clenched a fist.

...!!!

Suddenly, the influence of his [Static Limbo] grew immensely.

The Mercurian Long-Snout felt space attempt to constrict his movements even more than it had been before.

The Null Devil King hadn't bothered doing this before against Replicus because he thought he could manage without handicapping the Progeny even more. Besides that fact, he had a limited amount of Null Life Essence reserves, and unlike his enemies, mana wasn't really an option for him.

Now, using this card seemed worth it.

He saw hints of success when Beyrmir turned a little stiff. His surprisingly brisk movements despite his size, slowed.

'Got you,' Caxellac thought.

But get Beyrmir, he didn't.

The Apostle's front leg pointed down and the former dragon spoke magisterially:

"[Static Limbo]."

...!!!

Caxellac was alarmed.

What?

Immediately, he felt an influence similar to his own worm its way through space, attempting to establish a rigid hindrance to his movements just as he had been doing to everyone and everything else!

But... how?

Worse yet, Caxellac wondered how the dragon was doing it so well!

Replicus hadn't bothered to try and fend off Caxellac's [Static Limbo] with his own because he figured he didn't have the skill to do it as proficiently, and thus wouldn't make much of a difference, but Beyrmir managed to.

The reason was simple.

The [Blessing of Serenity]!

This unique power allowed the Apostles to learn things quickly, and with Replicus' Class Reinforcement, all his Apostles inherited this power!

Of course, Caxellac didn't know this, and unfortunately, he wouldn't get to learn quickly enough why, after this first shock, his body was suddenly dragged into the sky at breakneck

speed!

...!!!

'[Null Extraction]?!' he thought in horror as he neared the massive body of the Beyrmir.

The Apostle could also use Null Extraction at this high a level too?!

Baffling as it was, Caxellac wasn't to be underestimated. The second he was dragged upwards, his entourage of bulls galloped through the sky at light speed and were soon surrounding him

once more.

The Null Devil King, livid, then brandished his Bastard Sword of the Hedonist, and growled in

a sinister tone:

"Fond Calamity, Releas-"

But he broke off.

Before he could finish, his massive opponent... suddenly vanished from sight!

The dragon that was so huge it might as well be a fragment of the sky, just disappeared.

...But it wasn't gone.

Caxellac learned this the hard way when a familiar, cold vibration ran through his flesh, bone and soul, along with a world-shattering blunt force that he felt rip his wind-coated bulls into

something finer than atoms!

There was deafening BAM in the heavens and Caxellac went shooting like a comet!

Edagon rapidly became a small dot in his vision; whatever was left of said vision, as he

soared, tattered like a rag.

His mind reeled.

'That...That was without a doubt a Spirit Walker's ability! This Apostle has a Spirit Walker's Class too?!' he wondered, concern creeping in to him.

There was no way that Apostle could have completely erased his presence like that otherwise!

Caxellac's reserves of Null Life Essence were finally starting to bottom out, and thus, when he used them to heal, he wasn't as thorough or as quick.

While vigilantly looking around him - in the skies where Reverse Clusters started to pop up - Caxellac searched for a sign of the Mercurian Long-Snout.

Yet, he couldn't have sensed that it was only a kilometer away, its keen eyes on him as it

followed.

One of Beyrmir's scales opened up and a certain luminous bow spear sprang out, engorged to fit in one his limbs perfectly!

Because Beyrmir was attached to Replicus, as long as the Warmoth's Progeny allowed it, the Apostle could obtain permission to use his Mythical grade and above tools without issue.

Thus, while wielding the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow, Beyrmir activated one of its skills.

Divine Blessing Creation!

10,000,000 units of Divine energy were immediately expended from the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow and, according to Beyrmir's specifications, a Divine Blessing was forged.

A Blessing that gave him complete control and awareness of all nearbly purple Clusters and

below!

The moment the Blessing was granted, Beyrmir felt the presence of all the genuine Clusters in the vicinity, and sensing the most powerful ones among them, a particularly dark purple Cluster below the ebony sea under his limbs with an interesting race of beasts, he gave a command for all the creatures within it, including the Cluster General, to be expelled and transported to the surface!

The moment thousands of odd beasts with funny masks for faces, all of them donning dirty silk cloaks or ones made of straw emerged, the Null Devil King spotted them.

What could this be?

He wondered.

Every single one of them, by this world's standards seemed immensely powerful, but one among them had a particularly nasty presence. One of them stood out.

This particular creature was just as confused as the rest about how and why they were suddenly summoned to this odd place, but not for long.

A streak of mercury fell from the skies and burrowed into its head, then into its brain.

It jerked its head and huffed in a breath of air.

Right then, this Cluster General became the second host of the Mercurian Long-Snout!

It was a Tier 47 beast with an odd Class; a Mage Class called the Fundamentalist Mage.

The moment the Null Devil King saw the influence of the mercury, he raised his guard immensely, but he never expected what followed.

The masked creature in its straw cloak suddenly had its power jump to an outrageous degree.

In the blink of an eye, its Tier jumped to 77, and just as Caxellac gaped, realising belated what this meant, the Cluster General had zoomed towards him and expelled a flood of Nitros!