Master Of None



From what they could see, the throne on top of the pyramid was entirely made of black gold. It was carved with runes that were clearly not normal in any way. On top of that, there was an ominous darkness mana emanating from it. 

The mummified pharaoh sitting on the throne had started to shift. Its body appeared the same as any of the other mummified worshippers, however, as it twitched, the mana seeped in to the pale white wrappings. This was nothing that made anyone comfortable. They could see the changes in the undead before their eyes. As if it was just waking up. 

The wrappings began to turn in to a deep black color as the bones were reinforced with a golden color. The mana was protecting the bones while also showing off the changes that had been made. It was easily understandable that this undead had experimented directly on themselves. 

Furthermore, Walker had already started to recount the all around appraisal while he prepared to buff everyone again. He knew that they should know that the false death god was none other than the undead before them. A mad mage that experimented with raising the dead. That had strived to become a wielder of death mana so much so that they had twisted their own existence. 

"That, is the false death god? I expected more." Current looked at the undead with disdain. It was simple for them to all understand that this death god had been created out of nothing. Built for one mage to create a famine, then control the living, then cause so much twisted evil was stunning. Even more, that the same being had been able to attempt anything that would change them from what they were to a god? What did this thing think a god system user was? 

The god systems were rare for a reason. They were birthed by the world to wield specific powers. They weren't something someone would just bump in to or could just take. That was why they were almost always just written in stories or passed around as rumors. They were often considered just to be false or fiction. 

"This thing is due for all the evil they caused. We will make it pay the price and purify it." Rise spoke first. She was already preparing to attack since she saw the solution to all of this before her. However, before she could take a step, darkness mana radiated from the throne. 

Bones and wrappings seemed to materialize from the shadowy darkness all around becoming undead. This was the skill of the mummified pharaoh that allowed it to sit in such a palace without issues. It was what allowed the undead to sit and gather its power without worry. 

'Mummified royal

Created front the most powerful of the living from this fallen society, the mummified royals are elite mummies that have been created by the mummified pharaoh. Because they are able to hide within the darkness mana that is controlled by the mummified pharaoh, their bodies are protected. They have not decayed, degraded, or even started to fall apart as a normal undead would. 

Therefore, their bodies are still able to regenerate the muscles and the added experimental parts. They have an extremely high resistance to magical and physical attacks. They wield heavy swords that are coated in darkness decaying mana. The slight death mana that attracts to them also makes the wounds they inflict deeper and harder to heal. 

They are normally weak to fire as mummies, but that is held back by their unique nature as mummified royals that have not sat out in the desert heat. With the direct control from the mummified pharaoh, the mummified royals are able to move faster and with more force.'

Nothing that Walker had read was a good thing. He was sure that the mummies they faced right now were the roughest that he had seen. But worse off, they all saw other shapes emerging from the shadows. A larger shape. 

"This undead piece of garbage!" The roar that escaped from Rise was enough to shake the entire pyramid. She had not been enraged like this yet. However, Current and Mordant had taken the same anger. The same rage filled roar. 

'Partially mummified dragon

After dying and being used to help create many undead, the remaining dragon skill and claws were specially modified to be used to create an undead that was able to be controlled. Due to the massive resistance, the bones were only able to be used when combined with over five hundred bone pieces from innocent living beings. 

The result was a partially mummified undead capable of attacking with darkness and death mana to a small degree. The physical strength that this undead possesses is much higher when using the dragon claws and head to bite and claw. However, the rest of its body is limited by the fact that they are not dragon bones. 

It holds a high regeneration due to the closeness of the mummified pharaoh. It is able to move as long as it is attached by the hundred of false death runes carved in to every bone and stone around it. It cannot leave the area of the mummified pharaoh. 

Due to the many years of abuse, the bones have degraded and the impervious fire resistance that it had in life has been lost. It is exceptionally weak to flames now since the pathways in the dragon bones for fire mana are still in existence…'

More and more of the things Walker read went in to details about the hundred of bones carved and forced to attach with the dragon bones. The many living beings that had created blood stained bones that now formed a false body of a dragon. That formed the skeletal and half wrapped body of a monster. 

"Su, shield!" Walker called and Su took position in front of everyone. Just before the three royal dragons could follow their rage, Su had blocked them and shielded from the massive breath of darkness mana attacking them. 

The mummified royals were unaffected by all of it while Su saw that the mana leftover from the breath attack she had just black had seeped back in to the runes. It would be used again without any loss. A deadly field to fight against this undead on. "Walker, the runes are gathering the used mana again. We need a plan." 

Seeing this, Walker already knew the best way to work this. "Mordant, ignore your anger and start stopping the runes from soaking up our and your mana. That partially mummified dragon is going to get all its mana back when it attacks if you don't. Current, those royal mummies have liquid in them still. That means you can use your control over that water to crush them. Rise, I need you to target that throne. That's what allows the mummified pharaoh to keep controlling undead. That's the key to it all." 

Some of the things Walker understood were plain gross. The royal mummies still had moisture in them. That made them the perfect target for a dehydrated Current. Especially since he had gathered a decent amount of water mana from the pillars left behind. It had double helped them since Current had also stopped the white sand from piling there. 

"My arrows don't even pierce those black wrappings. Walker, I need a boost." Gil knew that he had to get some better attacks in. The arrows he fired were light elemental arrows, but the thick darkness mana on the mummified pharaohs' wrapping stopped him. 

"Weak little things. Join my empire. Join the creation of a new god to rule all that is and all that will be." it felt as if the voice speaking was coming from all around them. The mummified pharaoh was repeating words from its past life. The maddened goals that had kept it moving toward a darker and darker evil. 

Without any warning, the mummified pharaoh raised its hand holding a large staff. The staff was covered in false death runes and gathered both darkness and a small amount of death mana from the throne. With a single slam of the staff, the runes lit up and the area became trapped in a massive dark barrier. The stairs that had been open to the group from retreat was entirely blocked off. The only thing that they heard was a muffled and gruesome laughter from every single mummified royal. 

"Remey, think you could break that thing? I need someone to get some hard hits in. There are bones under those wrappings." Walker knew that Remey was a good bet here. She could attack past the dark wrappings and deal damage internally to the mummified pharaoh. 

"You never needed to ask. Just make a pathway while you get ready to attack too." Remey had the light elemental knuckles on already. She was looking at the enemy before them with a frenzied grin. She didn't need a reason to hold anything back here. It was fight or die. 

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