Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 860  Loosening Up! (3)

Several minutes before...

"I'll leave killing the fodder to you. Earn yourselves as much cumulative mana as you can," Replicus said.

Pherdanta nodded, her face livid with stern confidence. However, she had to express a little concern of hers.

"What if the Faction leaders are close?" she asked. "Their compulsion and Territories—"

"Don't worry about that. I will be watching from your armour, remember? You'll be fine. I have ways to deal with compulsion, and as for Territories, Incandescent Stage experts have done well to hide the fact that projecting their Territories is not a simple fair. Every activation requires double the total amount of mana they currently have."

"What?" Grim asked with a funny face. "Double? Then how do they do it?"

Allora's face lit up.

"Creeds?" she said in a high voice.

Replicus nodded.

"Indeed. Incandescent Stagers need to use Creeds to double their total amount of mana every time they project their Territories. It's something like an inbuilt Creed when they call the name of their Territory. If they have enough Creeds, they successfully conjure their Territory. That's why it's usually a last resort for many. The energy requirements for it act as a moderating mechanism," he said. "And thus, you have no real need to worry too much. Just go wild."

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Pherdanta, swarmed by experts of the same Stage from all sides, looked completely unfazed. For a moment, she had stopped to lock sights with the Incandescent Stager tens of paces away.

She recalled her master's words.

His confidence.

He assured her that there was nothing to fear.

All she had to do, was clear the fodder for her own sake.

A formidable fist cracked through the air, aiming right at Pherdanta's face while highlighted by the intense light from the terribly jarring bolt of Levin digging into the ocean a distance away!

The Unlimited merely arched her head to the side at the last moment, allowing her assailant to push his entire weight past her.

Her enemies were well coordinated however, because just as the body of this latest assailant came, a rapier drew a straight path from above towards the current location of Pherdanta's head.

At almost the same time, the beginnings of a scorching heat lit up right at her chest, a staggering volume of mana funnelling into it in preparation for an unforgivingly lethal explosion.

Quite the multi-pronged attack that seemingly sacrificed a few members. But that obviously wasn't the case.

Pherdanta's face remained still in the micro- moments before these attacks landed.

Her enemies, while intelligent, efficient and decked in their Incarnations, didn't realise something.

When it came to travel speed, most of them could probably match her, even with her Granted Armament. However, when it came to the degree of dexterity imbued into the hands, none of them could even dream to compare to her.

As the only Unlimited without a Hidden Class, Pherdanta didn't have flashy moves like the rest. Her Advanced Class merely allowed her to merge the characteristics of two or more swords in her possession, creating a perfect hybrid with multiple abilities. However, this required her to grasp the beauty of said swords, if she wanted a truly perfect result.

The numerous experts hadn't seen it, but in addition to the large, red sword Pherdanta wielded, another had begun to appear from her storage a bit before they rushed her.

It was a scimitar with a white blade, its presence cruel and uncaring.

But how could any of the experts here have seen or felt it, when right after it appeared, Pherdanta pulled it towards the red sword she had already been wielding in far less than a blink, merging the two swords.

One sword with the ability to bypass the defensive strength of armour in the same grade and inflict a plague on its target with a touch – the white scimitar.

Another with the ability to strike at the weakest points of enemies with a 250% degree sharpness – the large, red blade.

What was born, was a large, white-bladed hanger with a truly heavy presence.

...!!!

Right when the bright glow at Pherdanta's chest turned brighter and began to erupt, and the rapier over her head started to cleave bits of her hair, carnage ensued.

A true swordsman did not need to swing their blade in order to mutilate their enemies with infinitely more grace than the best butcher.

The new blade seemed to scream, and all who heard, even when they were adorned in Mythical grade armour, and Object-type Incarnations, found themselves hacked cleanly; splitting their faces across, then the base of their necks, their abdomens and then their knees!

And as much as clean grace applied to this brutal severing, the force of four cuts sent blood spraying everywhere!

Only two individuals survived this slaughter fest which occurred only half a second after Pherdanta killed the first batch of fodder. One was the woman in the glass armour, who had been rushing to back up her leader's subordinates; she only survived because she wasn't in range.

The other was the Incandescent Stage expert who wore an even more furious look when most of the subordinates he brought for this assignment fell so abruptly!

He didn't expect that they would to perish like this!

Like common fools!

He wouldn't allow this continue.

The blonde-haired Faction leader opened his mouth to speak.

"Hal—"

But the word 'halt' didn't fully escape his lips.

For a dark gauntlet marred with starry beauty had covered his mouth roughly in that instance.

The Incandescent Stage expert was appalled, infuriated even, when he saw the tall figure with four blazing lights looking down at him. Never before had he felt so enraged.

Unfortunately for him, the Penetrator was determined to continue making a fool out of him.

"Ever bathed in Levin before? It's much more delightful than you'd think..." Replicus said.

The Incandescent Stager whipped his hand out to crush Replicus', but he was a fraction of a moment too late. He felt a cold sensation pressing against his back.

Bright Storm was now standing back to back with him.

Why?

Well...

"Here it comes," Replicus said.

...!

The giant bolt of Levin that had been causing the whirlpool suddenly vanished, leaving everything dreadfully dark.

However, it returned just as soon as it disappeared, only now, it aimed right where its conjurer was, lighting up both him and the person behind him!

...

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[Titan World Storm (Super) | Lv.1]

Turn all the clouds in the sky into loyal subordinates that surrender the bits of mana they have and change their form in order to build an impressively powerful storm of Levin that has a 1% of temporarily defying world rules.

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-Caution-

At the Titan World Storm's peak, the user is unable to control it.

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Mana Requirements: 1,000 (II) Mana; 100 (II) every minute it remains active.

Duration: ---

Cooldown: 20 days

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