Bro, I'm not an Undead!

...!

Elita gnashed her teeth as she tried to churn out more mana to block the incoming attack but the merciless Dadao sword rattled her entire body upon contact, her armour cracking from the dominant force!

The Paladin Champion spun while the invasive energy that stormed against her as the tall undead's chanting grew louder and more vibrant!

For a moment, Elita's mind became scrambled with pieces of her memories flooding her vision!

She saw the time she became a Paladin Knight, the Deity, Quintess granting her a blessing. A divine blessing which was only received by those favoured by the Deities.

<Peerless Spirit>!

It was a blessing that gave every one of her skills the golden light of enhancement which bolstered their effectiveness as well as power by more than triple its original on top of giving her a powerful regenerative essence that healed her and her targets with terrifying efficiency!

In addition to this, the fact it was a divine blessing guaranteed that it was capable of contesting against debuffs from foul sources.

With such a powerful tool in her arsenal, Elita couldn't image just why she was experiencing such a severe weakness from the Undead before her.

Undeath couldn't contend against the power of Deities!

Such a hazard was more likely when she was facing members of the Evenfall who followed Boron!

The shapely woman twisted her body and landed on her feet, stabilising herself as she pulled out her mana while preparing to use her heaviest hitters!

The huge undead that charged in her direction wasn't her equal in agility but its raw strength was definitely higher than hers

She saw the monster rush towards her while digging into the ground with its weight, its sword ready to slash with both hands, an image that spurred her fingers to clasp around each other as she held her arming sword!

Taking in a deep breath, she charged her sword with mana while intending to slash upwards and obliterate the creature's head in motion at the same time it attacked her.

This was the quickest sword move she could use.

Rising Star, Arching Glory!

Where else could an undead's weakness be other than its head?

As she set out to attack while the light around her kept dimming...

...!

'Huh?'

Elita was horrified when suddenly, her shoulder bulged, the flesh from it expanding in a grotesque way so quickly that she could hardly understand what was going on!

The rapid build up of the flesh as it turned from its natural chestnut colour to a flamey red, bumps and boils appearing as if a terrible infection was at play, broke her amour to accommodate this mass of flesh!

The pain was excruciating and Elita screamed as her mind almost broke down in that instance!

Ugly faces grew from the fleshy mass, bearing dog-like appearances that growled and lunged at Elita!

The Paladin Champion bit her lips that bled from the action to restore her mind even if a little bit, slashing at her own shoulder with the attack she had prepared for the still approaching monster!

The grotesque creatures that grew from her flesh out of nowhere were slashed off but the mass of swaying meat didn't seem to be going anywhere!

On the large undead, one of the arms on its long left one was extending towards Elita, its fingers pointing at her shoulder continuously while a soft smoky hue swirled within its palm!

It was casting a dreadful curse on her!

Once more, Elita was astonished by why she was susceptible to such attacks when her divine blessing was a natural counter but it was only a passing thought as she had too much to deal with!

"KekEkeKEkekeKEEEE!" the tall undead cackled as it reached her position and swung its Dadao down with a terrible might!

More dog-like heads grew on Elita's shoulder from the wriggling red flesh and even though it was a curse, the blood she lost was coming from own her body!

Her attempt to block the large sword that descended down at her head didn't work as she felt a severe state of weakness!

Whether she would turn to the truth from its chanting or not was not a concern to the undead as it still aimed to kill Elita!

The Champion made the split second decision to allow the attack to strike her other shoulder instead as that was the extend of movement she could afford before the impact!

FLLLLCHHH!

The sword tore through the armour and dug a few inches into her flesh which made Elita scream even more loudly in her pain as her hand grew limb!

The tall undead revelled in the anguish it jeered, cackling while it applied more pressure to the sword that had lost momentum!

"DiE! MeDdLeR...!" it roared as its sword caused blood to spray from Elita's shoulder all the more and...

MBING!!

...!

A loud noise resounded as shockingly, the large Dadao sword rose into the air from its initial position within Elita's flesh!

It had been knocked upwards unexpectedly!

Elita, with her red, pain-filled eyes couldn't believe it either.

'What...?' she thought.

A Knight had suddenly sped between the two and launched an uppercut at the sword from below that knocked it out of her shoulder!

This Knight was decked in the full silver armour stained in blood!

FWOOSH!

Elita found herself carried up and dashed away with a short distance while the tall undead roared in anger!

Or at least what sounded like anger!

"RaaaAAaaAr!"

Elita didn't waste this chance she had been given as she immediately healed her slashed shoulder enough to wield her sword properly.

She then obliterated the ravenous red coloured dog heads on her other shoulder!

Immediately after doing so, she bathed herself in a brilliant light to forcefully resist the growth of any more of the fiends.

Sure enough, her skin returned to normal under the light and she now took the time to look at her saviour.

Weirdly, this Knight stood in a strange pose, jutting his chest out while his hands were on his hips.

A faint golden light could be seen from his visor and chest as he looked forward.

"Who..." Elita wanted to ask who this personage was, but a thumbs up in the face halted her question.

The Knight in front of her heroically rejected her inquisition with a gesture she barely knew what connotation to attach to.