Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1109: Is He Dead?

Chapter 1109: Is He Dead?



From the double doors, three odd individuals came out.

One, oddly enough, took to the skies and shone so brilliantly that none could see what he looked like beyond the vicious, golden radiance. A warm air cascaded from this figure, almost making everyone looking on relax and be filled with relief.

Almost.

When this figure shimmered several meters above ground, however, the golden sword Yuyui was holding violently extricated itself from her grip and rushed towards this it!

Another one of the three figures was an unnaturally tall creature with pasty, pale skin, and hollow sockets. His hair was as pale as his body, but rather long-reaching to his jaw. He wore a suit of armour glowing at the chest plate from the glow of his name branded onto his flesh and exuded a mighty, indifference presence that gave the impression that he was some sort of sealed calamity simply waiting for a command to release its uncaring wrath.

But.

But...

Both these individuals' powers could not be rated the same as that which wafted from the figure between them.

The attention of the observers was plastered on him, and some found it hard to breath when looking directly at him.

The rhythm of his steps on the slowly calming sea resounded fantastically across a wide range, dictating how everyone should act, feel and think.

Every other sound seemed to be dampened by his existence.

His features, on the other hand, were frightening... or perhaps so enthralling that none dared to so much as squeak.

Standing at three and a half meters, the creature looked as though it was made from a pale, ebony ceramic material that vaguely allowed for onlookers to see the yellowish red charges building within its thin yet defined body. A kite-shaped hole was borne into its chest and it spread grooves like branches through the creature's skin that reached up to its long neck and shoulders.

The creature wore a set of baggy, furry pants that matched its long, wispy hair that refused to stay in place.

The curved, smoking, yellow eyes of the creature pulled the onlookers in, but something other than all these features stuck out the most to the audience.

The creature had four arms, and one of them, cradled... odd stack of shadows and faint colour that rested over its shoulders? Whatever it was, it was huge, and it contributed to the striking pressure the ominous being already had.

On top of this, in another one of the creature's hands, what looked like a five-meter-long javelin with a dull, luminous, soul-like blue glow could be seen. It was doubtful what shape it truly embodied though, as some could have sworn there was a shiny thread attached to it.

The ambience of the whole scene was suddenly disturbed by the gargantuan doors behind the creature and its followers closing and disappearing as though they had never existed.

...

Replicus massaged his long neck with one of his two free hands.

"Looks like things went well on this side," he said.

a shame!"

Replicus would have rolled his eyes if he could.

Eaniss interjected with a chuckle.

"You never cease to amaze. I'd assume that you wore that creepy armour to hide all this, but it all seems new," she said while eyeing Replicus' subordinates. "You gave us a bit of a scare there. We just got done fighting one monstrosity. We're not really in the mood for another."

"Luckily for you, I'm not the enemy," Replicus said while looking down at Eaniss calmly. "On the other hand..."

With the swift activation of his storage space, something fell before Eaniss and floated there, bloodying the ebony waters.

It was the corpse of the masked man, ruined cherry hair, lightless, bloodshot hazel eyes and

all.

Everyone shook at the sight, especially Replicus' subordinates.

Eaniss and the Bishop were a bit stunned.

"I believe this covers what we agreed on before. I appreciate your choice to lend me a hand. I wouldn't have survived in his Territory alone," Replicus said.

Hearing him say this when he looked the way he did and expelled the presence that he did was somewhat comical for everyone who heard what the Warmoth's Progeny said.

Eaniss and the Bishop could tell that the current Bright Storm was not someone they could touch. He even acted in a way befitting such power.

Luckily for them, he seemed to value something more than just power, though, otherwise he

wouldn't have even bothered with staying true to the deal he had made with both of them back when the battle across the Null Remnants had been burning fiercest.

He had agreed to hand over Actuass' corpse if the two helped him defeat him and was staying

true to that promise.

Eaniss smiled and appraised the corpse.

She then looked up at the Warmoth's Progeny again.

"Is he dead?"

Replicus didn't answer for a few seconds.

He merely kept staring into Eaniss' unwavering eyes. Then...

"I wish I knew for sure."