Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 859 Loosening Up! (2)

He was rather bored.

The sights were bland. The people were easy to break, and the quality of their blood had been disappointing so far.

The so-called humans... how were they a grand creation by a Deity with the same might as the one whom he served. It was preposterous!

His tall frame angled back from the top of the circular tower which leaned a great deal to the side, casting its sharp shadow into the ruined city below.

He had been sitting here for hours, awaiting further instruction over the orders of restraint issued by his superiors.

Do not make too much trouble, they said.

Keep in place and send out the polymorphic scouts and disposable livestock to explore, they said.

By Lord Boron, the higher echelon were so uptight!

And for what?

Because a human who removed the seal that separated their world from this one said so?

He even had the gall to warn them against invading a neighbouring nation called Mak-ki or whatever!

Yet, the higher echelon obliged, and ordered all of them to mind their movements and only act when Lord Boron finally possessed a fitting vessel to traverse well enough in this world. Unfortunately, that would take no small amount of time!

...

A sigh came from his mouth, a scorching heat latching onto it.

The shiny grey skin on his face wrinkled as he wore an obscene frown that mirrored his frustration perfectly. The great ebony horns on his forehead, twisted unnaturally into menacing shapes that even reindeer would gawk at, shook as his rage built up only to fade away like vapour.

Another sigh came from his mouth, this one cool.

He raised a finger from his charred looking hand, and the sound of many feet, bare and otherwise rang out as hundreds of corpses marched out of the city of Eofel. They swayed and wobbled in an unnatural manner, their bodies moving as though they were merely being tugged forward by an unseen force.

Soon they all stood before the tower and dropped to their knees, haggard and worn, their eyes turned ashen and brown from dirt, as was their clothing.

He looked down at them all with his lone red eye.

With a flick of his finger, a horrible scene transpired.

Streams of thick crimson turned cold and thick post death, flooded out of the corpses' facial orifices and spread on the ground to rise on the walls of the tower!

The blood travelled quickly to reach he who called it at the top, and as it arrived, he welcomed it all into an ugly gourd in his large hand that had the likeness and stiffness of stone.

In no more than a minute, the blood of hundreds had somehow all fit in the gourd, and in the next moment, he took a large swig, draining at least a third of the liquid in one go.

A disgusted look appeared on his face.

Vile.

It was vile.

Coupled with the boredom, it seemed so...tedious.

Was there ever going to be any fun to be had?

Where were the strong amid the rabble he had met so far?

What else was so special about this world with its light and boundless sky?

Surely...

...!

Something interrupted his sulking.

The skies suddenly turned dark despite the sun's harsh bombardment just a moment ago.

He looked up.

Thick clouds covered the skies above this nation, their hue a bit more like the soot stuck to a chimney than anything else.

No.

That wasn't right.

While straining the glinting of his red eye, he saw that the whole sky as far as he could see, even above the ocean past this land, saw the same darkness overhead.

In every direction, the thick clouds had suddenly spawned, and as a second passed, something bright raced through them, tracing a path elsewhere in the distance!

It was happening everywhere!

The clouds fed something far off!

Something beyond his capacity to see.

What was this?

What was going on?

Then, without warning, a sharp glow that looked more like a spark far, far, far away showed to his advanced sight.

By Lord Boron...

Ashema found himself grinning like a fool, and his feet whipped the air multiple times with excitement.

He couldn't feel it.

He couldn't quite see it.

However, he knew that somewhere far, someone was having fun.

***

Aboard a vessel much like the others sailing before and behind it, a woman adorned in a stylish armour that looked to be made of clear glass rushed to her leader's quarters below deck and gave a heavy knock to the door.

"Sir, sir! We have a situation outside!" she called.

A lazy snort was heard from behind the door which soon opened to reveal a man wearing only loose robes and a pair of shorts over his athletic body.

"What is it?" said the man impatiently as he pushed back his untidy blonde hair and massaged his green eyes.

Without another word, the woman in the glass armour placed her hand on the man's shoulder, and in a blink, they were in deck.

The protective glow above their heads receded from view as the woman pointed up at the sky, directing her leader's attention to the startling cloud-like darkness bounding in a massive, heavy swirl above them!

The blonde-haired man's expression instantly switched from relaxed and slightly irritated, to wary and focused.

He snapped his fingers and his casual bedroom attire faded like mist, replaced by a suit of black armour that had its joints aglow in a flirtatious blue hue.

Looking at the twenty and some trusted members of his Faction on deck, all awaiting his orders with veiled worry, he wore a stern, confident face.

He had opened his mouth to give his subordinates instructions when...

...

Light.

It all became light.

His ship became light.

The air became light.

The seas became light.

His subordinates became light.

Everything was bright.

Then a deafening crackle and boom that seemed to come from below everyone's feet rocked their bodies so viciously that some bled from their eyes – which were temporarily blinded – and from their noses!

But that was only the beginning.

Hard to notice with the collage of sensations, the ship had tilted gravely, leaning forward as though to sink into a maw whose location was not yet apparent!

Balance fled from the knees of most on-board!

Panic and shock ensued.

And it wasn't only on this ship, for the thick bolt of blinding lightning drawing from the sky, its size unknown because of its brilliance, was vibrating silently while digging a perversely enormous conical shape into the ocean – a whirlpool of unheard of proportions!

Equally shocking was the bolt's continuity.

It did not stop pouring from the skies, continuing to trap all thirty and some ships on the ocean over hundreds of miles!

The electric brilliance of it travelled through the ocean as well, branches of its mass turning the waters white, with Levin bouncing and bounding against anything it could touch!

Back on the ship belonging to the blonde-haired Faction leader, the woman in the glass-like armour was quick to recover, being only second to her leader who narrowed his eyes while gazing at the towering wall of bright waters where other ships were riding in a loop.

A large bolt of Levin smacked the ship heavily, causing it to jerk to the side, but thankfully, the vessel would not buckle easily.

The blonde Incandescent Stager wore a deep frown.

'How bold of you... Bright Storm!' he thought, tying this tragedy to its rightful owner.

Bold indeed.

"ARRRRGHHHHHH!"

"Eeeek!"

"Noooo!"

All of a sudden, the blonde expert heard the screams of his subordinates, though eerily belatedly, as by the time he felt the presence of an intruder, ten of his men had been cleaved apart mercilessly... violently!

The killer was a woman in a blue, white and silver armour that ended in a puffy skirt, a large red sword in her hand!

Where had she come from?

How had she gotten through the ship's barrier?

The flashes of lightning around the ship highlighted the woman's murderous, sharp glare, and the daring nature of her stance as blood dripped from her blade.

She locked eyes with the blonde Incandescent Stager, dismissing his subordinates who rushed at her with fury and malice, the woman in glass-like armour in tow.

The blonde man snorted with a vein throbbing on his temple.

What inspired such bravery?

Who the fuck did this woman think she was?