Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 999  Unusual Monsters! (2)

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There was no lag in time between the moment the red arrow was released, and when it reached Skullius' forehead, its tip bearing as much of a threat to his life as his devastating sword slash towards the Ode.

However, before it could penetrate its target, it was bombarded by thousands of violent disembodied sword slashes that threatened to rip it into something, some things, more miniscule than atoms.

…Yet, this passive defense proved to be lacking.

While sparks flew from the countless collisions between the mysterious arrow and the Infinite Sword God's defense, they did not signal a victorious block to the threat. The arrow, while knocked slightly off course, met the sleeping Hybrid Luman's flesh regardless.

The Ode grinned from the ground, having seen that his attack was worthy enough to reach his opponent.

The young Maqian was blessed with a Hidden Class passed down solely among Odes and used only as one still retained the title of 'Ode of the First Horn'.

Falcon's Restricted Ternary.

The user of this Class was graced with three different kinds of flames: the Thriving Green, Emporium Red and Famished White.

What the Ode was currently using, was the Emporium Red, a facet of his Hidden Class that stored 25 limited use treasures with different, destructive flame or heat related abilities on his body as per his desire. The bow and arrow the Ode conjured had about as much destructive power as what six Grandmaster Mages could output with their raw mastery of various unfriendly energies, which was nothing to sneeze at, especially when there was no defense in play, and the receiver of the attack took it bare.

Unfortunately, this designation couldn't have fallen on the current Hybrid Luman. He was not without more competent defense.

Even while he was asleep…

The Ode's face changed a microsecond after he had donned a grin of triumph, for the Hybrid Luman, who had already tasted the tip of his red, flaming arrow with his forehead just now… became as brilliant as the sun.

The light that showered from his entire body was different from the mellow, moonlight sort the Heart of Revelation released. It was dominant and dictatorial!

It cast itself over everything within a mile's radius prominently, giving the illusion that the night had already expired and afternoon had taken its place.

The Ode's eyes turned a little grim.

'Another passive defense…' he thought, as his bow scattered into faint, red sparks.

The light that blanketed him was not only in the form of beauty, however. Its purpose, was to repel everything that reflected it, despite its size and natural resilience!

The arrow that had almost pierced the Hybrid Luman had no choice but to shuttle away at an atrocious speed, denied an intimate audience with its prey!

But it was not only the arrow.

Tainted, unclean air, impure mana, and adverse natural concepts were denied any contact with the Hybrid Luman as long as they had even a glimmer of potential to harm, and were cast away!

In the next moment, however, the brilliant light died unceremoniously, and its source – back to his casual appearance – manifested right before the Ode, with barely half a meter to spare between them.

"Looks like you have many tricks, but they all work on me," Skullius said, his stark eyes facing the crimson-haired young man's face.

"I see that," the Ode said… and his body was minced to nothingness by the innumerable, rapid cuts from the unseen defense that guarded Skullius.

Once again, the Ode had met an end, but Skullius knew it was only temporary.

He turned to the flame that had revived the Ode before and he swiped laterally from this distance with Demion's Dance.

His strike was as a calm wind, smooth yet swift. Even the particles that made up fire were not safe from Skullius' slashes. The green blaze he targeted was swept away as though doused by the sea's waves…but not before the Ode sped out of it as he soared into the sky.

Skullius clicked his tongue and went after him.

'This bastard can somehow compel me to do as he says. Even my swords are susceptible. I suppose Demion's Dance has a soul, and the Bashful Abomination's consciousness counts as one too. If it wasn't because both of these swords are bound to me, they would have continued to remain asleep,' he thought.

Unbeknownst to him, the Ode had a similar evaluation of Skullius' power going on in his head.

'This man… He has two kinds of passive defenses. That last one is especially effective against anything else that that invisible field of slices can't stop. Hmmm. As if that isn't absurd enough, he is able to resist the effect of my compulsion. If I had to guess… he has a powerful means to protect his soul, though, against me it only works to reduce the effect of what I command,' the Maqian thought.

'Heh, heh. I don't like my odds, but oh well… I'll just go all out from the beginning then!'

Skullius had already reached the Ode and the Bashful Abomination had already bit through the guard of his raised arms laced with potent Nitros cleanly, as though it was nothing, and gone on to carve through his neck when…

"Majestic Territory Expulsion…" the voice of the Ode came despite his slashed neck. It had not come from his lips, after all!

Oddly, Skullius found where the voice came from, and the discovery shocked him almost as much as the speed at which the Territory was projected to its full capacity!

Skullius was used to seeing the blanket of white that the details of the Territory – the Imaginary GeoScape – were printed on, manifest with a speed he could follow, and then everything else, but in this instance, that wasn't the case.

"…Old Folks' Campfire."

By the time the Hybrid Luman heard the name of the Territory, a colossal, well-defined space – much larger than most Territories he had seen – had already been set up.

The Ode, who had been about to fall to his attacks once again, was gone from sight.

'Dammit!' Skullius thought.

Before he could even appreciate the features of the Territory, the Primary assault function of the actualized space smashed into him mercilessly!

"SUCCUMB!"

"SOUL-DRAWN!"

"SPLIT!"

"SURRENDER!"

Four voices that might have belonged to gods, or at least titanic men. bombarded Skullius' ears… and each of them came true!

Skullius felt a suffocating sensation of despair that stripped his will to fight; his soul was dragged right out of his body; his body and soul were split into two parts that floated above each other, and finally, the Hybrid Luman felt himself turn docile. The idea of even opposing the owner of this treacherous Territory, was cast far away, in favor of simply giving in; surrendering, admitting that he had lost.