Bro, I'm not an Undead! Chapter 111 Captured

Skullius could only wear a bitter smile as he sensed the cores of the seventy Knights that surrounded his crater.

Frankly, his troubles hadn’t only started here as he had had to struggle to pass through the imnse resistance he faced when he activated the Arcane Teleportation Scroll.

It wasn’t easy as he had to pour out all the mana he had left to pass through the thick, viscous form of space that he would be introduced after.

Stagnant Space!

That was the reason for his exclamation earlier.

Now one trouble was done and another awaited. Skullius faced the absolute monsters that held swords, spears, bows among other weapons, all aiming at him.

All of them had blue cores and seed to be way stronger than the likes of Benzard and his crew.

Their sparkling armours under the dazzling sun brought a strange terror within Skullius.

However….

The gorgeous woman who stood before him with a sharp look in her eyes terrified him the most. He couldn’t tell what her core was with [Basic Mana Manipulation] and the air she exuded reminded him of the sensation he had felt when he had invaded Eldris’ body in the Labyrinth of the Yoke.

“You’re quite bold,” Elita said as she languidly gazed at Skullius. “To not only attack a convoy for a Grand Priest but to also try to probe my strength with such crude tact.”

Skullius didn’t know what to say.

It had beco an instinct at this point for him to check what kind of core soone had. It boggled his mind how the first look he had towards the human world was going to possibly be death.

VOW bro wasn’t lying when he told him to be careful of humans.

“He’s a Green Neolist. A rather low ranked one though considering the Arcane scroll he used didn’t pack that much punch,” a Knight walked up to Elita’s side and gazed at Skullius with a look of disgust.

He also exuded a different air from the rest of the Knights but not quite like Elita’s.

“Those bastards are known for using scrolls that kill nearby individuals when they erge so that they can have candidates for their undeath spells imdiately.”

“I see,” Elita said, acknowledging what the man beside her had said even though she already knew all of it.

The man beside the Paladin Champion had slicked back honey coloured hair and blue eyes that shone with the light of arrogance.

This man was the captain of this squad of Knights and he owned it with every action of his he portrayed.

Skullius would have loved to object to the accusations but he was afraid of accidentally triggering soone and getting himself killed.

It was all just too darn convenient!

Elita had been gazing Skullius’ face this whole ti, pondering about sothing.

‘What’s with that face?’

Most of the Knights around also had the sa question but they were on duty with a criminal and thus couldn’t voice their thoughts.

This guy’s face was strange!

Creepy!

Seeing as no one was progressing the plo- issue, Skullius decided to see if he could reason his way out of this.

“This isn’t what you thi-“

“Be silent, you heathen!” the captain of the Knights cut off Skullius as he was about to speak. “Bind him and let’s take him with us.”

The Knights hurriedly approached Skullius and pinned him down, being ever so wary as Skullius didn’t fight back or anything.

Skullius watched in horror as his ring was taken from him, and even though he tried to struggle, all his current points of strength didn’t amount to jack under the individual strength of even one of the Knights.

‘Dammit! Not my ring! There’s too much valuable stuff in there!’ Skullius thought. His Null Devil’s Aegis of Damnation was there along with Red Rage and the other items!

What would happen if these guys found them?!

He let himself be bound as there was really nothing he could do about this. The Knights used a special type of rope woven with a dark material like hair with strips of gold which made Skullius feel extrely weak.

The captain of the Knights watched as the robed figure of Skullius was taken into one of the carriages and then spoke to Elita.

“Hmph! Those heathens are desperate. To think they’d attack a convoy with a Paladin Champion aboard. They must really be out of moves don’t you think?” he asked.

“Hmm. It would seem so,” Elita said, while her eyes still focused on Skullius, her other senses stretched to the limit as she sought for any signs of a follow-up around the area.

A brilliant cage of energy was revolving around the carriage that housed the Grand Priest and his son; a powerful technique Elita was using to protect them and to interfere with any spells or skills.

She didn’t buy for a single second that the Green Neolists were desperate. Evil organisations had risen and fallen but this one had been at large for almost six years. They were clearly doing sothing right.

‘I guess there is no follow-up,’ Elita thought before she returned to the carriage where the Grand Priest was.

“What is it? What happened?!” the Grand Priest asked with a deep frown on his face.

“It’s nothing to worry about Grand Priest. It has been solved. I will fill you in as we go,” Elita replied with courteous smile while sitting down.

The boy beside her had cald down as soon as she saw her return, his eyes beginning to sparkle.

Skullius was roughly flung into one of the carriages and seated between two Knights with their swords at the ready.

The Knights captain also boarded the carriage and sat opposite him before the journey continued.

Skullius was distressed at the loss of his ring and he knew that he was in quite the bit of trouble. Fighting right now was not an option and he didn’t know what the other options were as he was in a new place.

“Listen here, you filth,” the captain of the Knights said with his eyes oozing of the haughtiness he bore. “I’m going to put you through the most hellish ‘inquiry session’ until you’re begging to tell all you know. You’re going to tell everything about your little band of fools when I’m done with you.”

Skullius didn’t look fazed. He hated that expression on the Knight’s face the most but he didn’t let it rile him up. However…

‘I really don’t know anything though!’ he scread internally.