Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Replicus kept his sights on the enormous lizard-mantis hybrid which promptly finished spilling the wave of undead that scattered about, covering as much ground as possible as they headed for their targets.

Besides simply noticing the influence of Undeath energy on the creature, he had brought to make an assertion he was certain was definitely true.

Unfortunately, the truth of it didn’t bear good news at all. In fact, it widened the scope of things he had already considered needlessly complex and vast to look into it.

‘From the looks of it, the tower monsters, seem to be living things. I didn’t think so at first, but the fact that these creatures are susceptible to resurrection with Undeath might prove it. However…’ Replicus strained under his helmet, his sockets flashing.

‘…there’s a possibility that they are non-living things too. Somanda did use Undeath on lost pieces of armor and weapons back then. Even if they were special cases, it means that it’s not impossible – however that works.’

Back when Somanda manifested through the above Legendary grade tool SoSei and chased after Skullius, he had made a flying platform out of corpses and weapons that were livid with Undeath energy.

Skullius had noticed but had barely been in a position to wonder how on Aigas that was possible. The subject had also only now become relevant when he was facing a necromancer for the first time since then.

‘I should probably consider that the masked man isn’t as proficient in Undeath as an Arch-Lich. He may have some serious understanding of the soul, even enough to make undead in a similar way Liches from Deadmanland do, but… no. For now, I’ll assume I’m correct.’

At that moment, the enormous hybrid on the chaotic ocean surface dipped down and swam at terrible speeds back to where it came from.

Replicus hummed.

‘If these things are living creatures, does it mean Boron created his own race of beings in the Under?’ he thought.

Perhaps.

If true, that did not spell anything good.

*

Grim had killed close to five hundred undead by the time a minute passed. He flitted between the mutilated corpses while giant balls of cruel heat constantly emerged around him.

Allora was keeping up. In fact, she was close to overtaking him in kills even while standing on the ship and merely shooting a condensed flame from her fingers.

Grim cackled.

Despite the ease with which he took care of the monsters, his senses were incredibly keen to any anomaly that could surge, even from the undead he had destroyed.

He heeded the boss’ warning in spite of how overzealous he appeared.

With a glance down below while using the undead as footholds, he noticed the waves of undead assaulting the vessels of the other Factions.

As expected, they all defended themselves without a hitch.

Grim knew that some of the other Factions expected the boss and the Unlimited to be having a bit of a tough time though. Because of that, the boss had warned before they left Deign, that in case something happened to put them at a disadvantage – most likely the conditions past the Boundary – it was imperative that they immediately went on full guard and expect attacks from other Factions.

‘This seems like the perfect scenario for that…’ Grim thought as he went for another swipe at the populous skies.

…!!!!

Before Grim knew what he was doing, his body swiveled, his legs rapidly taking steps over the bodies of five flying undead before launching him far into the sky!

The instant he had leaped off the last corpse, the gleam of a menacing scimitar flashed for half a second across, barely missing him!

Grim’s senses were stretched wider. His red eyes constricted for sharp focus as he flew up.

The Unlimited came face to face with a man who didn’t look quite like the other undead – drained of life, expression, and eyeballs.

This man stood on the large body of a creature that looked too much like a bullfrog with batwings. He had soft caramel hair in a crew cut, a sallow face, and incredibly unrealistic dimples.

He hung a white-bladed scimitar behind his neck, his grip on its golden green handle.

Grim’s face hardened.

Besides the bizarre fact that this man leaked Undeath energy like the other creatures, what threw Grim way off, was the feeling his curved sword gave. The Unlimited’s skin crawled at the sight of it.

Something was wrong with that sword.

The grin of confidence on the man’s face only served to make Grim more apprehensive.

“Where’s that smile of yours from just now?! Come on back down and keep cutting us up!” the dimpled man screamed with a very loud voice that sent nigh palpable sound waves towards Grim whose momentum finally seized.

“No?!” the undead man spoke again, leaving his opponent no chance to deliberate, “Good, good!” Then he pointed his scimitar up.

In an instant, the flock of undead stopped heading toward Replicus and the others and made a sharp turn into the sky!

The thousands of creatures barely needed two seconds to reach Grim.

‘He can control them too?’ the Unlimited thought moments before he was swarmed. The man with the similar vanished from sight as his vanguard blocked the view.

…A smile crept on Grim’s face.

“Well… this is good too.”

Unfortunately for the enemies, he wasn’t a single trick pony.

A burst of sharp, white furs flooded out from behind Grim’s Granted Armament which immediately began to morph into a different shape, accommodating the use of his unique powers!

A rush of mana flowed within the mass that started as a mega cotton ball before turning into something much more fierce.

Something much more terrifying.

It started with tens of yellowing fangs half the length of the great ships over the ocean, all manifesting within a great snout that emerged, twisting into shape with rubbery motion before turning rigid.

A massive, obsidian gap was between the rows of teeth below and above, a great, dark prickly nose above.

Tall, straight ears loosely flanked the cruel, crimson eyes that marked the thousands of enemies below, the fur from them flowing back to the wild tangle of curly white furs behind the great head, which stood in place of a full body!

With a loud, chilling roar that sucked the attention of all above the ocean for several moments, the great wolven head dove down with its fangs growing larger…. and devoured all!