Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1389 Return of Glorious Purpose

1389 Return of Glorious Purpose

Everyone's hair stood on end.

Even Ferex was caught off guard by the unbelievably sharp force which cut the enemy he had been aiming to fight. Granted, unlike the weak enemies from before, the Sif warrior standing before him, cloaked in a passive Territory, was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and would not have gone down with just one blow from the Apostle Ferex... but just a single blow from Pherdanta was overkill.

Everyone behind her, from the Stark Troops, to the civilians they were surrounding protectively, gaped when Pherdanta drew one of her swords, Demion's Dance, and swung it in a brutish flash. The Transcendent Stager from the past, barely having gotten the time to shine, was violently ripped in two, body, soul, mana and armour.

And as if this wasn't enough of a frightening display, several hundred Cavern off on their own business hundreds of kilometres away in different directions, were chopped down from Pherdanta's one slash. It hardly made any sense at all. Their shrills cries could almost be heard from all directions.

"Goodness!" the old Priest beside Pherdanta exclaimed. He should not have been surprised, given that he had already judged Pherdanta to be way beyond him in both skill and strength, but seeing her actually try for once, solidified his guesses tenfold. He swallowed a lump of saliva. Thank goodness he had made his non-hostile nature known when he had crossed into the present Aigas from the past.

Even more astounding than the show of violence by Pherdanta though, was the fact that there was zero collateral. She only struck the enemy. Not so much as a single blade of grass had been harmed when she drew Demion's Dance to attack.

After the Sif warrior fell, staining the ground with his blood and guts, Pherdanta gave a sigh and looked at Demion's Dance.

'This sword is still rejecting me somewhat. It must still have a profound attachment to master. Or... maybe I'm just not using it right,' she thought. The latter might have held more truth given that Pherdanta was still trying to figure out all she could do using her latest skill, [Infinite Sword God: Primordial Sword].

She slotted back the green-bladed sword into its hilt and looked ahead at the unnerved, pale and gaping faces of the group they had been about to run into. Silrat's face was the only familiar one, if she only counted the humans. Ferex was more of a peer, given that he had been part of Skullius' training in the Timemould Mirror Box.

Pherdanta's group converged with Silrat's, and it was only when she was right in front of him that he snapped out of his dazed state.

"Ah... I didn't think I'd run into you," Silrat said with a sheepish laugh at the end. The fact that he couldn't sense an ounce of Pherdanta's strength even though she had just displayed such a horrifying feat with her sword killed common sense. He remembered her though, and the way Skullius had introduced her as the Commander of his troops.

Pherdanta wore a duck face.

"I see..." she said. She imagined these women had been allied with her master's alter, perhaps before and after he turned rogue due to the Fulgardt's WILLS. "When this is all over, I don't suppose my master will have a problem sparing some of his time. He has a lot on his plate at the moment."

"We are aware," Vali said. "And don't mind her" – she pointed at Maxim who frowned – "she's just... irrationally emotional when it comes to Festos."

As Maxim began arguing with Vali over why her assertion was untrue, Ferex approached Pherdanta.

"I did not appreciate that," he said, towering over her.

Pherdanta raised a brow.

"What? Me stealing your kill?" she said, almost mockingly. "Please. Killing one measly Transcendent Stager will not count for your redemption in master's eyes. There are many other ways you could reclaim your... honour, or whatever it is you think you need to prove to make up for losing yourself and becoming that thing."

Ferex's sockets blazed with intense light.

"What are these ways?" he asked eagerly.

But before Pherdanta could answer...

"Oh, I have the perfect way. An extravagant way," someone chimed in.

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