Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1310: Giving Peace (2)



Skullius found it truly curious that Elita opted to fight without using her Voided Death Essence. He understood her seeking to give them peace herself, and even trying to save as much of her essence as possible, but to make the job a lot harder by using her base powers was still strange. Perhaps she felt confident in doing something so noble because he was here.

In any case, the two walking corpses had strange qualities that made them much stronger than they should have been, and that was all tied to the boils on their face. Skullius wondered how contagious those things were. Would Elita be running the risk of getting infected in her state? He didn't know.

The battle before him continued.

Elita's Incarnation burst forth, dual-wielding pale silver blades very much like the ones her paralysed body was holding. The rotund Champion rushed to meet her, and his flail became a trident that he used to jab at the Incarnation hundreds of times in an instant. His opponent dodged every single one, vaulted over him and dashed towards the Fourth ranked Champion instead!

The Incarnation then unleashed a storm of relentless attacks, slicing and dicing at every opening her opponent showed - and indeed they were many. The corpse didn't dodge them all. It allowed a chunk of its thigh to be hacked off along with a bit of its shoulder, and then it unleashed a burst of diseased genuine Divine energy when it punched Elita's Incarnation.

'She's fast!' Elita thought as her Incarnation flew back from the force of the hit. 'That Divine energy is allowing her to interact with my Incarnation as if it were a physical body.'

But Elita's Genuine Incarnation did not have to follow the common Rules of the world. As it flew from the blow just now, it suddenly vanished and was rematerialized above the tall woman, its katana already biting into her right hand.

The Champion reacted viciously and unexpectedly. She caught onto Elita's plan.

Before Elita's sword could slice her hand and her fingers to dispel the effect of her Blessing - as was her plan - the tall woman's arm... detached from the rest of her body!

It festered with a great number of boils that pulled it onto the wall and branded it there like some kind of sigil!

Just as Elita was reeling from this, the rotund Paladin Champion flung his trident at her real body. It travelled straight and swift, aimed at her head.

MBING!

The trident bounced off of Elita's forehead and spun in mid-air!

Everyone was taken by surprise, even Skullius. The trident was made of the diseased genuine Divine energy; the rotund Champion's Divine Blessing enabled him to mould any kind of essence and energy he came into contact with into any kind of weapon.

So how could Elita have resisted the blow when all she was using was mana and Aura?

Skullius knew. Unlike everyone else, he understood how Elita did it, and it was stupidly simple.

Elita's body ignited with a silvery pressure on top of the golden glow she already had. Well, the glow of her Divine Blessing intensified significantly. It was emboldened by how she had just merged with her Genuine Incarnation just now!

And indeed, she had. Peak Masters could perform such a feat and augment their overall prowess by 1,000%!

To the current Elita... this was extremely substantial.

The cold silver energy wrapped around her Broodweiler, and in a flash, the sword had soared like light right where the Fourth-ranked Paladin Champion's hand had been branded. The sword lopped off the fingers facilitating the activation of Divine Hand, and her paralysis was undone immediately.

And then carnage followed.

In less than a nanosecond, Elita had diced the rotund Champion into a little less than a hundred bits that she fried to extinction almost immediately with the Absolute Prime Property of the katana she wielded.

The katana could release a white flame that devoured hidden and complicated machinations and powers - Runes, arrays and lower-ranked Parlous Natures and more - within the target. It burned nothing else.

As she left the rotund Champion as mundane flesh chunks devoid of the hideous plague, and unable to come back together, she brandished the katana against her other opponent.

The tall woman reacted impressively. With her hand, she made the simplest gesture she could before being stabbed by the katana in the head: she wrapped her ring and middle fingers together.

Right then, both she and Elita were suddenly cast in a black glass casing with a granite-like texture. Well, at least their physical bodies were.

This was another application of Divine Hand. The user was able to turn themselves and anything that came into contact with them into a dark material that was nearly impervious to all forms of damage. This ability had been said to have weathered even the attacks of Arch- Mages before.

This instance of its activation was rather unique, however.

Elita found herself standing opposite a tall woman without all the boils and the pale skin indicative of fresh death. They were in a small village littered with children playing with toys and adults going about their business with wide smiles. All these people didn't seem to notice them though.

Elita looked at the tall woman. She smiled.

"You linked your Divine Blessing to the Reflection of your soul? Ingenious," she said. "You've been fighting it all along?"

The woman smiled as well, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Yeah," she said and began sobbing as she approached Elita and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Please. Save me. I didn't know this would happen. I...I didn't think it would be so

evil."

Elita wore a face full of guilt.

"I know. It's not your fault," she said and she placed her hand on the tall woman's cheek. "Besides, you're already saved."

The world around the two seemed to burn away at once. An instant later, Elita was back in her physical body. Her katana, deep in the tall Champion's head was burning her body of the ill affliction. When she withdrew her sword, the corpse fell to the ground and never rose again. The Divine Blessing, Divine Hand meant nothing to a Realm rank Treasure's Absolute Prime

Property.

Elita sighed, a dark expression on her face.

'To think they could even bind the souls of the Paladin Champions after death...'

And indeed. It appeared that it wasn't just the corpses that had come to life. Their souls had remained in their bodies, even after death.

Elita gnashed her teeth.

This had gone far worse than she would have thought.