Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1193: The One Left Standing (7)



An instant later, Replicus found himself inside the dark tower once again. The large black tiles were under his feet, a bright chandelier hanging above him. A blink after, the Stolen Angel appeared a few meters away, its menacing eyes glaring unblinkingly at him.

'I see. Since everyone in that town was killed, it no longer qualifies as an ideal battleground,' Replicus thought with a considerable amount of distaste.

The Stolen Angel suddenly pointed at him and almost immediately, a half a skull mark appeared on his now-bare chest.

Replicus frowned.

Before he could remove it with Maximum Catalyst's Reversion, however, he had been teleported outside the dark tower, and in the next micro instant, he was warped to another relevant battlefield by the influence of the KUTHMUK.

[Greatest Antiphon of Malignance] encompassed a wide scale teleportation effect derived from the skill [I Am The World], which had been assimilated into it. The Stolen Angel's half a skull mark was akin to a wireless connection which it used to forcibly attach the influence of its abilities on targets. It had used the mark to forcibly teleport Replicus outside the tower, where he was then sent to another battleground by the KUTHMUK.

Replicus removed the mark just as he set foot in the wide open, clean streets of city he didn't recognise.

It was crowded, and unlike the one he had been dragged to last, the people here didn't seem distressed, anxious or frightened. That was until his tall, menacing figure appeared in their midst, of course.

Replicus' didn't have enough time to wonder where he was now, as a chill ran down his spine in the next second.

The city trembled so fiercely that one would have thought it was grabbed by some unnamed colossus and thrown halfway across the continent of Feinheath!

Another one of Skullius' ungodly slashes had come, but this time, Replicus' covered himself with [Maximum Neutral] just in time, furiously charging its output to the limit!

POW! BOOOOM!

...!!!

For the first time, Replicus managed to defend against the cruel slash!

However, there was still a thick vertical cut across his skin where the cover of [Maximum Neutral] had been overcome to some degree, allowing the bare minimum of the slash attack through.

'There we go,' the Progeny thought.

To his surprise and relief, however, the city hadn't been completely decimated as collateral damage by the attack. Since the slash this time had been made with a vertical motion, only a few buildings, along with a few thousand people of the nigh six hundred thousand in this city - had had their life memberships revoked.

Of course, to the inhabitants, this was quite horrific.

As many screamed and ran away, Replicus saw hundreds of figures, all bald and draped in thick, blanket-like robes, rushing towards him. Others among them wore armour, but instead of carrying swords and spears, they held staves along with shields.

Judging by the way in which they harnessed mana against him, Replicus asserted that they were all Mages, surprisingly!

This meant...

'I'm in Emeradis!'

The whole city thrummed with mana and Replicus watched as a wide array manifested around

it.

The city's defences had been activated, but...

SHUK!

The Stolen Angel appeared in the ring the Emeradis Mages had made around the Warmoth Progeny and once again set to strike Replicus. It didn't throw flimsy punches alone, this time, however. Darkness pooled around it, formed thousands of orbs the size of fists, and began darting around haphazardly only to then shuttle towards Replicus abruptly for surprise attacks!

The fact that the buzzing of these orbs around the city - even without knocking into anything - instantly killed a few of the Mages, told Replicus that each of them was imbued with the 123 million tonnes of weight on top of the reinforcement of purple quality mana gushing through them!

'Just great!' Replicus thought and he increased the output of Maximum Catalyst at once. One of the orbs knocked into him and though the impact caused two-thirds of the city to burst open like a melon, Replicus stood his ground. The shockwave that ensued kill more of the Mages and a number of innocents Replicus wasn't willing to ignore.

More of the orbs zipped in his direction just as the Stolen Angel rushed to engage with him in physical combat. Several, great tornadoes rose around the two as a result of the buzzing orbs. The Stolen Angel, with its light preventing Replicus' Ju`wtte from warding its attacks away, joined the fray.

It attempted to attack him from behind while activating its close combat skill, [Bombastic Imminent Barrage]. Its fist shone with all of the Aura it could muster, and it hurled it towards Replicus' back. The Warmoth allowed himself to be struck by the attack.

BOOOM!

All the Aura built up within the Stolen Angel's body ignited at a single point on Replicus' body.

The might of the punch was more powerful than the strength of half of the heavy orbs combined, but Replicus was unfazed.

The Stolen Angel then leaped and spun as it cast a dreadfully powerful kick against him, also powered by [Bombastic Imminent Barrage], and when Replicus dodged, grabbed its leg and pulled it over, he found that it had sneakily imprinted its mark on his shoulder. Thus...

The two were suddenly upside down and right side up, and upside down again. This was meant to confuse Replicus, but he still didn't succumb to the heavy orbs that came speeding towards him. Instead, he sent Ju`wtte to smash into the Stolen Angel which exploded and instantly reformed, a lot faster than before!

'Yeah. There's definitely something up with this thing,' Replicus thought, and sent two fists boring into the Stolen Angel's torso when it lunged at him again. It exploded but reformed, revealing itself to have once again cast a mark on him.

BOOOOM!

Replicus was suddenly engulfed in a dark purple flame that instantly melted the surroundings in fiery paste, but because of [Maximum Neutral], he was fine - the skill disallowed him from succumbing to all manner of change except ones he inflicted on himself; he was essentially

turned into a constant.

The orbs knocked into him again, the shockwave demolishing another portion of the city. Buildings and people were reduced to dust, though Replicus thought he sensed more than a few thousand people get teleported away before they could perish.

He saw a wide barrier being erected around him and the Stolen Angel, where the battle turned even more furious and destructive. The Mages in the city were trying their best to contain them, but to no avail. Their barrier was ripped open almost immediately.

Right when that happened, Replicus heard distinct, panicked yells.

"Hurry! Erect it again! Wait! What are those?! Are... are those our-" but the rest couldn't be

heard. Not that it mattered.

Replicus had already sensed several dozen items storming his way.

They each held the Mythical grade!

He heard the singing of a blade's edge against the air and he instantly knew he was in trouble. Forty-eight swords of different kinds - scimitars, sabres, katanas, jians, rapiers and many others twisted and began attempting to stab and skewer Replicus with furious determination! Some of them sent deadly slashes from afar and some sped forth like spears, others circling around themselves so fast they almost seemed like chakrams, and then they charged! 'You're kidding? He's controlling these swords from another country?!' Replicus thought, absolutely flabbergasted.

The might of the [Infinite Sword God] was broader than he could have imagined! Replicus dodged a majority of the swords and their attacks, destroying ten that got too close as well... but then he got the ominous forewarning of the absurd viciousness of Skullius' ungodly slash coming from three of the swords at once!

SHIIIIIING!

SHIIIIIIIING!

SHIIIIIIING!

The full might of the attacks bashed into Replicus with so much power that he flew across the

eradicated city, spinning like a top!

His [Neutral Maximum] was ripped open, and a great chunk of his mana was eaten away just

to even attempt to reforge it!

The swords rushed after Replicus, as did the orbs and the Stolen Angel.

Right as he got on his feet, Replicus clicked his tongue again.

Well, it seemed he had witnessed enough. He had analysed enough.

What he had been hoping for wasn't happening.

'I thought he'd use more of his abilities once he believed I was at an extreme disadvantage.

But he's cautious. He's not even allowing me to get close as long as we are outside that dark tower. He's afraid I'll inevitably become immune to his attacks because of my [Unbridled Wisdom of the Ascended Nullmancer],' Replicus thought. 'Well, it's not as if the robes are working. They can't adjust to his freakish slashes at all.'

The Warmoth's Spine, which was always hoisted on his shoulder by one of his arms was finally

unveiled.

Ju`wtte sprang forth from it madly as the Warmoth's Progeny decided to kick things into high gear. There was no point holding back anymore.

Replicus scrolled through the twenty-five Blessings he had created using the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow over the last two months (he had had to wait for the Divine energy

generated by the spear to replenish after he created five Blessings at a time). Immediately, he

activated one of them, as he set to push back against Skullius.

Right as he decided this, Skullius, a great distance away, in Pelian, grinned nastily.

"Very good," he said softly.

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