Bro, I'm not an Undead!



Red Rage's glow saved many from self destructive despair. He had almost lost count of just how many were saved by just glancing at his magnificent figure.

But this wasn't enough.

Saving their souls would only be relevant if their bodies were saved as well. After all, the brimming of the soul and mind with hope and zeal did no good to commonfolk.

At the moment, the biggest threat to the hundreds of people that were now looking at Red Rage, was a large creature that had fittingly proportional insect-like wings.

They kept it afloat as it looked keenly at Red Rage, appraising him.

The creature looked like a fat, misshapen worm with six limbs that stretched out from its body, their ends spotting low sharp claws bred from its stone-like texture.

Its wings were a pale shade of red with symbols on them that irked Red Rage.

How odd.

The Apostle didn't pause for too long without taking action. He had been fighting beings like this for several hours and he knew that it wouldn't do to give them time.

He pointed at the creature, and a righteous voice blasted from behind his helm.

"Winged fool. Your executioners have been decided," he declared.

At that moment, Red Rage's cape turned a little stiff and opened wide in the rushing wind.

A stellar stream of light shot from the underside of the cape and hurtled towards the flying worm in a breath.

Wait. It wasn't just light.

The worm only realised this after a mighty force rammed into it and sent it flying up with shocking momentum that only grew and grew, since the source of the attack never left, but kept on!

The devastating thunder came only seconds after the dark worm had disappeared into the clouds, a large bolt of lightning carrying it!

A second figure shot from Red Rage's cape.

It fell down to the town, and landed gracefully.

It was a goblin. One with quite the handsome features and a broad, neat build fully emphasised by how it was... naked, and proud of it.

Just a moment after the goblin landed, its body contorted, convulsed, expanded and grew feathers, claws and a beak. Soon, a large eagle stood in place of the goblin, contending in height with some of the buildings around.

The creature shook and took brisk steps towards the humans scattered on the ground.

Normally, the commonfolk would have fled at the sight of it, but the glow from Red Rage influenced their state of mind, bending it towards the Apostle's will. Red Rage gave a simple nod from above and the men, women and children climbed up the giant eagle's back.

Soon, the creature took off, flying away with a quarter of the people here.

Another figure had dropped from Red Rage's cape. A large creature with the head of a ram, and the body of a bison. It grunted, carried some more people on its back and rushed away, gaining more speed with each gallop it made.

FWOOOSH!

A dark figure suddenly dropped the sky and then zipped up again with a deafening crackle!

The dark worm had returned.

There was no damage to its body, but Red Rage had expected it. Even the worm's assailant had expected it too, and he came flying down as a great ball of fire that smashed into the ground before forming a goblin shape made of the element.

The dark worm, seeming agitated, but clearly unable to show it freely, darted towards not the goblin, but Red Rage, with insane speed.

Red Rage harrumphed.

"Fool. Are you that short-sighted?!" he cried.

Just below his cape, half the head of a pale, giant fly showed, humming almost imperceptibly.

Red Rage could tell what it was mumbling. It wasn't an it, after all. It was Buzz O. A loyal fly beast with the ability to predict close set future outcomes.

The Arbiter had been told exactly how the enemy would move, and he had already planned out how he would end the enemy.

In fact, his response, from the moment the dark worm fell from the sky, had already begun.

The dark worm only noticed when it was inches from Red Rage.

Cracks emerged on its hard body, which began to expand unnaturally – not that it could have looked natural anyway.

The creature was astonished.

There was something within its body. Something pushing outward with a firm force.

The flying worm couldn't see it, but a tall goblin was in its gut, or what could have been its gut.

The humanoid creature held out its hand, its eyes which were aglow in white facilitating the barely visible pulse of mental energy that increased every moment in a spherical shape. With both the ability to turn into an invisible, barely perceptible substance akin to air, and the ability to give mental strength tangible form, this Hau Kaka goblin was one of Red Rage's aces.

However, it wasn't the only one.

In fact, the most dependable among Red Rage's summons wasn't a goblin, but something else.

A heavy creature had fallen from the Arbiter's cape just when the dark worm realised it was being attacked from within.

It was large humanoid body with dark, moist skin, bulging muscles and long tentacles draping from its face.

It was Killin Max.

The creature locked its fingers, and a wave of vibrant white energy sped from its feet and onto the surroundings, enclosing Red Rage, the worm and the goblins.

A moment later, the solid white all around shifted. Suddenly, the enclosed space turned dim, and heavy, as though it had been filled with water that couldn't be seen!

The movements of all trapped within it became sluggish and slow, the fact that it became hard to see anything only making things worse.

Red Rage's glow vanished, and Buzz O sticking out his cape was forced to retreat back inside. The raging flames that made up the elemental goblin disappeared, revealing its ordinary form.

The suppressive force of a Territory.

This was the still developing Majestic Territory of Killin Max, yet to possess a proper Imaginary GeoScape. However...

The creature brought forth its hands as they were clasped together, and pointed them in the direction of the inflating worm which had started to return to normal.

A crushing force, seemingly propounded by all the invisible waters within the Territory, condensed and constricted against the dark, flying worm from all sides!

The shiver-inducing noise of something hard shattering rang out loudly, and at the same time, the Territory collapsed, releasing everyone that was trapped within it!

The pitiful body of the large worm fell to the ground, a large portion of it dismantled and in pieces.

The creature was still alive... well, if it had actually been alive to begin with, and crying out loud as it faced the sky.

Red Rage looked at it and scoffed.

"Well deserved," he said before giving an order for it to be finished off. These creatures, as he had seen so far, were incredibly resilient, and even in this state, it took several severe blows to truly eradicate them.

Turning to Killin Max, Red Rage found the burly creature wheezing while hunching over.

Using the full extent of his Territory was still extremely draining. The poor fellow's Primary Assault was enough to sap him of all his strength at this stage, sadly.

Red Rage walked up to give his loyal soldier a few words of encouragement.

But then... he suddenly turned.

The flying worm screeched louder, and from its battered body, an inky black shroud spontaneously exploded out, casting itself expansively!

As soon as it imprinted firmly create a dark canvas on the air and buildings around, a massive hand shaped like that of a man, but with a rough, dark layer that glinted subtly, shot from the darkness with appalling speed that none around could have reacted to.

All except two.

The hand was quickly covered in a layer of ice that blazed, slowing its movements tremendously before it was too late.

Theurien's eyes were on it, his hand extended in its direction with obvious strain.

But then, there was...

"Aggrante."

A glaring beam of light so brilliant, quick and devastating that it tore the air apart, brushed the mana aside and irked all living things close to it, flashed like a laser from the distance!

It sped under the large hand almost as soon as it began to get frozen, and struck the darkness from which it emerged.

Without any resistance at all, the blanket of darkness was ripped apart as though corroded by potent acid, and as it collapsed, the hand that emerged from it, quickly whipped back in and disappeared.

Theurien, Red Rage and his beasts all turned to where the frighteningly effective stream of light had come from.

Its source turned out to be a man in a beautiful set of armour, who took relaxed steps as he walked towards them.

This man looked at Red Rage and sighed helplessly.

"That's flamboyant for sure," he murmured to himself.