Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1279: The Unit



"Oh," Silrat said, looking at the towering figure of the creature.

Ferex was large. He stood at over three meters tall, and his figure, while lean, was menacing. One might even say it was because of his lankiness that he appeared so frightening.

Silvery blue scales covered his entire body. They effectively created a scale armour over him, with plate armour features like small pauldrons and poleyns giving it a nice, outlandish touch. There didn't seem to be a distinction between Ferex's limbs and the scale armour. The scales turned smaller as they reached his fingers and eventually thinned to form sharp, silver claws. The uniform colour of the scales gave the Apostle a beauty difficult to describe with words.

His helmet was essentially a large, fierce wolven face with a mane of dark grey fur cascading down his shoulders. It looked life-like... because it was alive. It bared its fangs for a moment and Silrat gulped audibly. Thick blue lights beamed from the small, dark sockets on Ferex's face, and Silrat find it hard to stare into them. They were like flames begging to be unleashed on something.

A brown hide draped from Ferex's shoulder like a cape, or perhaps a cloak. If he wished, he could hide his body behind it. It reached all the way down to his feet and its shagginess almost made it look like a fuzzy blanket.

"I think you are more familiar with Red Rage, but this guy is like him in a lot of ways," Skullius said, knocking Ferex's chest with a few fingers. "He comes in a travel-friendly form too."

Ferex was an Apostle that Skullius had created back in his Inhone days. The corpse used to create him had been retrieved from a creature a Summoner from the Evenfall cult had contracted. Skullius had desired that creature quite badly.

He had selected the Limitless Body Null Demond Hound race for the Apostle, but because of the elevation of his Class to Nullmancer, Ferex had been forced to evolve, quite like the other Apostles.

Originally, Ferex was a Null Lifeform with a body that allowed him to produce all kinds of added limbs to his body and protective features like shields and armour. With his mutation (what counts for a Class among non-humanoid creatures), the Pseudo Spirit Walker's Hide, which emulated the powers of a genuine Spirit Walker, he was able to hide his presence and invade the souls of others.

Now, Ferex had become something much stronger.

Before he had been forced to become the BoneTender, he had already begun perfecting powerful soul manipulation abilities, like a Special Skill of his called [Dark Soul Bending], but now, even that looked like child's play in comparison to what he was capable of now.

Following his return from being the host of the BoneTender, Ferex had required therapy, for lack of a better word. It took him a while to forgive himself. Yuyui had played a large part in his coming around, and even then, the Apostle practically haunted Skullius, begging him to give him something to do to redeem himself.

Skullius sympathised with the request. However, when everyone was in the Timemould Mirror Box, he couldn't have given Ferex something heroic or clutch to do.

Now, however, the Apostle's time had come.

He had a mission to complete, and was paired with a man who had a similar desire to do something worthwhile.

"Nice to meet you," Silrat said nervously to the large Apostle. Unlike Red Rage who was flamboyant to a hilarious degree, not to mention very approachable, Ferex seemed serious, dangerous and intolerant to anything humorous.

"I look forward to serving with you, Silrat," Ferex said in a deep voice.

The Apostle had already possessed the ability to speak before, but now he was more fluent in his speech. He sounded more intelligent, somehow.

"I have already told Ferex what to do. He'll do as you say and complement you where he feels you're lacking," Skullius said before scanning Silrat. His attire was unfit for the mission at hand.

Ferex read his master's mind and pointed a finger at Silrat. Dark tendrils spilled from it and wrapped around the man, fashioning for him a sleek, dark scale armour that fit him like a glove.

Silrat was amazed.

He touched the armour. It was light, but it seemed to be made of something much tougher than steel and it felt more potent than any armament of the Legendary quality he knew. "Wait," he said and sharply looked up at Skullius in horror. "We're going right now?" Skullius raised a brow.

"No, sockethole. You'll go tomorrow, when Aigas is complete ash. Of course you're going now!" he barked.

He extended his hand before him and in the split moment that it took for Ju`wtte to spring forth and open a gateway to Aigas from the Empyrean Bosom, Skullius passed something to Ferex.

"Go," he said to the two.

Before he knew it, Silrat was grabbed by the waist, and the large Apostle dived with him through the gateway. The two quickly disappearing from view.

Skullius gave a sigh of relief as he released the gateway.

He didn't require the keys to traverse between all the Warmoth's dimensions anymore. Ever since he got his hands on the merigold Ju`wtte, he had found that some things that seemed so foreign to him before were now simple. The keys, for instance, simply allowed a lesser Warmoth variant to exercise powers that could be replicated with ease using merigold Ju`wtte. True Ju`wtte.

"Do you have anything else you want to do here?" Elita asked the Hybrid Warmoth.

Skullius looked at her. He realised she must have been getting impatient.

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said. "I was just about to go to the Treasury. There're countless treasures there, and most of them rejected me before. I was thinking of picking up something a little fitting for the occasion. While we are there, I wouldn't object to you choosing

something for yourself too."

Elita's brows rose. A Treasury?

Skullius waved his hands and a gateway was formed, Ju`wtte flying around it madly.

He stepped through and Elita followed.

The familiar, vast hall appeared in view.

The calls of many powerful, berserk, calm and devastating treasures blasted through the air

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