Bro, I'm not an Undead! Chapter 955 Marked! (1)

Cosycn had on a frown as he stared down the brute before him; a man with a heavy scar down the middle of his face. He was a re Master, but he was fearless. He wielded a bloodstained axe that looked to be made of so kind of sturdy monster's bones. It had an evil presence that sickened him, and worse yet, it corrupted the pretty waters outside the mansion.

The royal Sif guard would loved to kill this man. Well… he had killed him, twice even. But the issue was, there were fourteen of this man around.

After chanting sothing with the axe close to his face, this man multiplied into more than a dozen of himself with pretty much the sa physical properties. The clones had excellent synergy, and would switch the axe between themselves. The one with the axe was granted unbelievable augnts to their physical prowess, and Cosycn had almost been hacked by the axe. It was powerful enough to break his defenses.

Cosycn wanted to use his Territory and end this quickly, after all, he sensed more enemies approaching from above, but there was another problem.

The Wonderfall Torrents wasn't a large space, and Shannazah, as well as Kudobtu, Sevill and Viccil were battling their own opponents, two of which were powerful Incandescent Stagers. It was already crowded here, and erecting a Territory would cause chaos, likely forcing the enemy to respond with their own, which was a bad idea.

After all, whenever two or more Territories clashed…

CRACKLE…. BOOOOOM!

The mansion behind Cosycn, suddenly erupted like a volcanic mountain while humming and rumbling vehently!

An unmatched force cascaded out of the mansion, sweeping away the misty waters, the falls, and unanchored experts without compromise!

The limited space in the Wonderfall Torrents was suddenly inflated by a ruthless wind, debris and dust, all of which spewed from the massive hole that had opened up in the face of the mansion with wisps of thick smoke blowing from it.

Needless to say, this interruption nabbed the attention of the combatants who had been battling below, and they all looked up to see what in the world could have caused it.

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Maxim didn't know what kind of face to wear. She ended up choosing to sigh and clutch her head as she looked past Skullius' rippling robe of [Evil Darkness].

The enemy who received his fury… that Maqian woman...

She didn't exist anymore.

She was dead, but also, she was sothing akin to ash now.

Not even her bones remained.

Skullius looked at his fist and twiddled his fingers before looking back at Maxim who slowly rose.

"Overkill?" he asked.

Maxim didn't answer imdiately.

She gave another sigh.

"No. You got rid of that taunting chest of hers. It was just the right amount of kill to …" she said while wiping the blood from her face.

Skullius laughed.

"Is that why you were so determined to beat her?" he asked.

Maxim turned and opened the door to her room, which was still mostly intact.

"I don't have to answer that…"

Skullius smirked and looked at the massive gaping hole, and ruptured floor which began a few paces from where he stood.

'I did overdo it a little. But then again, because of that, I'm now aware of the right amount punishnt the average enemy needs…' he mused.

His overall strength was absurdly high at the mont, likely higher even than most Peak Masters, as were all his other stats.

However, what truly tickled his excitent was the fact that his mana's property was now over 1,7 million tones!

The fact that his mana value was inflated by twenty tis, exceeding the 2 million mark from its initial 105,000, contributed to this, but what always had greater stakes in his mana's unique trait, was his degree of knowledge in mana.

Skullius was still working with [Greatest Mana Crafter], but his relationship now superseded bounds like those of skills because of his enhanced racial quality ever since [Son of Luserus] was awakened.

That was what had caused the phenonal increase in weight.

But the disintegration of the enemy couldn't be owed only to the million tones, and the raw strength stat.

No.

[Bombardier Bangster Fist Art] was a powerful technique that gathered the user's mana – as much as they wanted – into the point of contact of their physical attacks and ignited it violently.

Skullius had been tempted to use the purple quality mana from the Preeminent Attegoth for this technique… and he had given in to that temptation.

Thus, the result.

"Promising…" Skullius said, and he moved into Maxim's room.

Vali was still seated on the chair, her conduit burning beside her. She hadn't been rattled by the noise, or perhaps she had been, but just didn't mind it. She kept at her task without allowing anything to break her focus.

"She trusts us a bit too much," Maxim said.

"Rightfully so," Skullius said.

"Rightfully? I don't think I'm going to be much help if I can't even handle one Master," she said, seeming to relive the ordeal monts ago more than once in a second.

Skullius rely smiled at her words and turned away.

He silently snapped his fingers and Maxim jerked as she felt sothing appear right below her throat.

It was half a skull, glowing in gold, burned into her skin.

A brand like this had appeared on Vali as well. Maxim was puzzled and was about to ask Skullius about it when she saw that he was gone.

He was standing by the hole, looking outside, the wind and humidity beating against his light auburn hair with two bits of black mixed in.

He saw more enemies leap down along with the falls.

"There's a lot of them…" he whispered to himself.

He could already see two Incandescent Stagers down below, battling Shannazah and Kudobtu. The freaks looked pleased by the challenge, after all, those from the Houses of Pelian were also freaks of nature, and wouldn't die as easily as the experts from the Auroras.

"Lord Luminant!" Skullius heard Cosycn cry out as he leapt towards him.

Four figures, identical, all with a similar presence hurled themselves at him with hideous glee. They cackled in an unknown language, and as they reached the mansion, they jumped and sped at him with different styles and directions of attack.

Skullius, through his extra senses saw that there were more of them stalling an eager Cosycn who killed several of them in an instant, but one of them with an ugly axe turned the Sif guard wary.

These clones were all rather quick.

The first of them reached Skullius.

Again, the Hybrid Luman saw that these Maqians didn't bother to use their Aura.

They must have thought he was easy pickings, that not using their full powers was a sign of strength.

Skullius wore a chilling grin as he ca face to face with the speeding foe.

"What a way to die…" he said, and on the clones' unprotected foreheads, a mark appeared.

It was a half a skull brand, but it wasn't tinged in gold. Instead, it was red.

The Preeminent Attegoth in the distance groaned, and everyone with the red mark exploded into fla.