Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1629: Masters of Undeath

"Are you that scared of my tongue, Void? You should know, secrets can be revealed with more than just words! All I need, is reach!"

Boron scoffed at Fulgardt’s words. He considered his side quest done, and the Immoral’s declaration mere drivel. His Void rank halberd’s Absolute Wicked Property was capable of turning not just the flesh and soul to stone, but also the Broader Existence.

Fulgardt was already under the weapon’s influence, dying quickly, yet he had the gall to challenge Void still? How pretentious.

...!

An instant later, both Boron made rapid moves. A blotch of grey was moving towards them – one of the features of Skullius’ Imperial Territory. They fled to safety, to the whipping white spots.

Indeed, Aigas was now Skullius’ domain.

Kenno had – after an enduring agony – become an anchor for the Imperial Territory that went by the bold name, Deific Usurper. He was smackdab in the middle of a majestic, revolving construct that projected bright and drab colours all over Aigas, establishing Deific Usurper’s Primary function.

Any living organism touched by the dark grey hues would be forced to implode from within by Ju`wtte. The white areas, on the other hand, eliminated the factor of distance for Skullius’ attacks. In other words, as long as an enemy was within them, Skullius’ attacks could reach them no matter what.

No one was safe.

But it was time for the next phase.

Kenno wouldn’t last much longer as the anchor for the Territory, and as far as Skullius was concerned, this was only a means to buying himself time for the five-minute counter to the Second Phase of the War Body – his best chance at suppressing all his enemies.

The path to learning the mysterious power known as Null Life Ota was close.

His path towards creating an Apostle with the powers of two or more extinct Null Life species was close.

Now was the time to go all out.

Thus...

"My luck has turned around for sure," the Nullinity’s Herald astride a terrifying steed, the Apostle Ferex, said. Both were watching Fulgardt’s body get transmuted to stone. The gaping hole in his chest wasn’t closing, which meant the Immoral really was in trouble. "I could end you before you show us what those trump cards of yours can do."

Indeed. Before Fulgardt got to demonstrate to everyone just what the two eyes he’d planted in his sockets and the purple card he’d just devoured could do, Skullius would activate Deific Usurper’s Secondary attack function.

...But there was more than one enemy on the battlefield. Skullius drew his Divine senses taut. They informed him of every entity around him. He looked up at the sky.

Suzamete had appeared, possessing one of her Fruit Bearers. She too looked up with great concern. This was a different variable she hadn’t expected.

Quintess and Listafelle were gearing to put an end to what they’d started all those eons ago with Boron, Skullius who was determined to get in the way of that, and also.... them. They looked intently at the sky.

Even Somanda, manifested through the artefact now known as SoSei, Dread Factor Roulette, was staring above, past the cutting gusts of wind that grew harsher and harsher, responding to the end of a world that had lost its anchor – the souls of the Eternal Drakkens – and was losing its Rules.

The High Lich cackled. He looked beyond it all at the three vessels reaching into Aigas.

His fellow Liches had responded to his ’summons.’

They were no light threat. Not at all.

They had strange vessels indeed, each about a third the size of Aigas in scale.

One was akin to a warship with a shark theme to its design. The figurehead that helmed it could only be described as blasphemous. It was a mystery who it mocked, but it looked ungodly all the same.

Another resembled a sealed, black box without an ounce of detail to its exterior. A vague red shroud caged it like clouds, no doubt teasing the frightening presences within.

The last was the opposite of the former. It was no mystery who rode the vessel, because the exterior was the invisible portion. All the interior design was laid bare – runes, beams, magical contraptions pushing the vessel forward – mapped out for all who would dare to look.

Indeed, the thousands of figures riding the vessel were also exposed. None mattered so much as their chief, a distinguished Arch-Lich seated on the topmost floor of the vessel. They were alone at the end of a gold and red carpet, seated comfortably on a thick black cushion.

"They’ll call us cheap for eternity. This is what we came for?" said the Arch-Lich in a strangely feminine voice. Her features alone would not have distinguished the gender.

Souran always wore her large shawl of luxurious ribbons and a green turban that flashed with mysterious gems. Her sockets were ablaze with a midnight blue flame, mirroring her delight in new discoveries, however insignificant she deemed them.

"We are here now. We might as well take the damn offer." A voice projected from the box vessel before a figure materialized atop it. It indeed was another Arch-Lich, male by the sound of him. He scoffed while glaring below at Aigas. "Fuck Somanda."

Soizar was a ’modern’ Lich. Even today, he was dressed most lavishly in a black lapel suit and a fancy scarlet tie. His spectacles did little to hide the stark black flames stoking in his sockets hatefully.

Souran reacted to his words with a tktktktktktktktktktk before raising her voice and saying:

"Sobbo. For a price, Soizar and I could leave this world to you. There’re four Deities on here and four Bearers of interest. Ah. Four and a half. One of them is even the rare specimen Somanda fumbled. What say you?"

"I’m a Lich, not a fool, Souran." Sobbo’s red flames flared as he jumped on his shark ship’s figurehead. Indeed, he was only a Lich, a basic-looking one with a robe made entirely out of some bizarre Exotic Parlous Nature. "Lend me a Doom Knight and I’ll consider it. You have plenty to spare aboard, don’t you?"

Tktktktktktktktktktk.

"Together then," said Souran. She rose from her cushion and unleashed her Undeathly pressure without restraint. "You’ll learn soon enough young Sobbo. A Lich earns their Knights with grit."

There was truth to those words. Soizar echoed his agreement with a snort.

He and Souzan each had five Doom Knights aboard their vessels along with more than six hundred Death Knights.

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[Author’s Note]

Just in case you’re a little confused, the last POV is minutes behind this one. That’s because Skullius and Fulgardt battled in the great void for a while, and time moves faster on worlds.