Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1224: Sir Knight

It was because of this fact that Replicus had already discerned that Elita was no ordinary combatant any longer. The mask she had worn had already given him clues, as it was eerily similar to the one Aurolio donned when he entered the \'Mastered Void Gate\' state back then.

This new development, while extremely shocking to Replicus who had thought Elita was long dead, hadn\'t risen up his throat in words, but he had quickly processed it with the help of his phantoms.

Of course, it would make sense that Elita was tied to an Existential Parallel like him.

Everyone Replicus knew who had the guidance field was just like that.

It all made sense now.

As for how Elita suddenly became formidable enough to maim gods, Replicus wouldn\'t grow to know immediately.

For now, he watched as Elita charged her sword and slashed at the retreating Boron and his servants.

The former Paladin Champion bellowed.

Her sword suddenly seemed to gain the weight of a world, as her swing caused Aigas and all its timelines to groan. They shook, acknowledging might that was enough to snuff out Divines easily!

The world was dyed in purple!

Even normal organisms could see the flash of Voided Death Essence at this moment, and feel the sharp intent to kill that attacked the skies!

The violent bolt of light that streaked upward was fierce indeed.

It might have been nameless, but Boron, its target, would not soon forget it. He recognised the danger it posed, and for a moment, he hadn\'t thought he could stop it in his current, pathetic state.

He cursed. He cursed Kaella, Parrhaya, Rorsetta, the Parallels and their anomalies!

And then... BOO00000M!!!

The fumes and dust swirling in the massive pit within which Replicus was settled in vanished, cleared by the absurd shockwave that rushed from the skies and temporarily added to the gravity across the world!

A halo of pressurised air exploded outward amid the blinding purple that lit up all things.

It was a lethal yet beautiful sight.

But Elita did not feel a pang of delight from it.

She felt her reserves of Voided Death Essence dwindle to exhaustion.

This might not have been as deep of a blow to her if she had ripe certainty as to the success of her attack just now, but she didn\'t.

Perhaps when she launched the slash, she had been sure, but when the skies that were dyed in a deep purple now started to adopt numerous dots of black and red, she began to doubt.

\'You can\'t be serious,\' she thought in disbelief. \'What good are you if your attacks can be defeated by something like this?!\'

The former Paladin Champion\'s latter thought, was directed at her sword.

Up in the skies, a slew of enemies were falling down, whole and living, torn and dead.

Tens of thousands of Carven were descending.

Some were charred and broken, no doubt because they had willingly dived in the way of Elita\'s attack, and some, with grins and howls of jubilation were streaking down towards their Lord\'s enemy!

Ashema, who had been concerned before, was delighted.

"HA! It\'s begun! Lord Boron has summoned the others!" he cried loudly.

And indeed, it was true.

Before flying down towards Skullius and Replicus earlier, Boron had already given the go ahead for all the other Carven in the Under to rise up to Aigas through the open gap in Pelian where the Extreme Formula had been!

Now, they had rushed to their master\'s side and made way for him to escape swiftly, putting themselves in harm\'s way for his sake.

But how could this be?

Elita\'s sword should have been able to cut them all down even if the Carven came in between the Champion\'s slash and Boron. The gold and pink sword was, after all, able to harm a Deity, was it not? Surely the Cavern, even if they had numbered a million in this instant, should have perished along with their Lord!

But alas, it wasn\'t so.

This was the reason Elita thoroughly hated her sword, which was called Broodweiler.

It had two simple traits, both of which had frustrating downsides.

For one, its powers worked at their very best only against Divines and Deities. The sword could disrupt the flow of their powers and even kill them provided that it touched their souls. But against mortal enemies, its prowess resembled that of an ordinary Legendary weapon on Aigas at best.

On top of this, like any other keen-edged weapon, Broodweiler could be reinforced with energy to bring out greater efficiency, but it did not answer to any energy that was not drawn from the Existential Parallels; it only grew from being drowned in Undeath energy, Voided Death Essence and Null Life Essence!

And now, Elita had run out of her own essence. She had exhausted most of her strength during her travel through the great void to reach Aigas.

The former Paladin Champion scowled as she fell from the height.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

\'Boron escaped,\' she thought with a scoff, and then her body flickered with a bit of

uncoordinated mana.

The tens of thousands of enemies, some fodder and some truly strong hurtled her way.

\'Do I even remember how to use mana anymore? I should probably use my Blessing instead.\'

At once, a golden energy erupted from her.

She was ready.

With Replicus assisting her as he had done before, she could handle herself even against all these enemies. Her first order of business would be to handle Ashema, who was streaking

toward her from her flank.

But then...

"Halt, in the name of Master Skullius!"

A regal, commanding voice blared across the skies and shockingly, all the enemies - all 65,781

of them - stopped as though suddenly frozen in a glacial prison.

A figure bathed in light so brilliant it hid his appearance emerged, floating in the skies.

It was Red Rage.

Replicus smirked.

\'Finally. I\'m glad you were smart enough to not get blasted to bits!\' he thought.

The Carven, some of which had rough crimson skins, some black, some grey, and a variety of twisted, misshapen appearances and sizes, suddenly had one thing in common at this

moment: their ruby red eyes gleaming with surprise.

Why had they suddenly stopped moving?

Red Rage flew down and caught Elita, who had been falling and soared upward with her.

The former Paladin Champion had been taken aback at first, but she quickly grew at ease. She

smiled.

"It\'s been a while, Red Rage," she said, "Or should I say, Sir Knight?"

Red Rage seemed pleased.

"It is quite nice to meet you again, valiant female."