Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 145 Charred Black

Loimos suddenly broke his momentum, standing up and halting as though his feet were stuck to the ground, just before he completely lost his haste, he grabbed hold of one of the three katanas he had in reserve and threw it at the living, the sword spinning through the air like disc as he riled up a large amount of blighted blood, rising up a high wave obstructing Guorzo's sight as it approached.

Unafraid, the elite tilted his head back and unleashed a single fireball from his mouth, eradicating the tidal wave in one go, as was expected, Loimos didn't stay idle, and moved up to one of the marble-sized, compressed rot, crushing it with a clap of his hands, propelling the condensed bullet of corrosive blood directly at its target.

'That's much faster than the rest of his attacks!' surprised, but still all smiles, he blocked the dense blood bullet, the blood quickly evaporated in contact with his body, but it left a nasty chemical burn on his forearm nonetheless.

The undead moved from one marble-sized bullet to the other, but the living went on the move, hitting true on his target wasn't nearly as simple when they were moving at wild speed, in no time, Guorzo arrived before Loimos, hitting him in the chest with a flaming punch, which went straight through his chest without budging the undead as he deliberately moved his bones and made the targeted area brittle, it was in this instant that realisation finally dawned on the elite, as Loimos's coat and clothes burst apart, revealing his ribs, their shape and length deformed as he basically turned his chest into some sort of bear trap, the death enhanced bones tearing through the living's arm as he spurted acidic blood in every direction.

Bursting into flames, Guorzo wasn't going to allow even a drop of the blighted blood to enter his system even for a second, gritting his teeth as the pain surged through him, he turned the intense suffering into fuel for his strength as forced Loimos up in the air before violently throwing him to the ground, ribs still stuck in his arm as forcefully broke out of the undead's hold.

Looking like he had fallen from the clouds, Loimos, got himself back onto his feet, he had only lost the great majority of his ribs, nothing serious, his opponent however, he had lost access to his dominant arm.

Guorzo's right arm gushed with blood for a few moments before a layer of flames came to stop the bleeding, not the safest way of tending to his wounds, but he didn't have much of a choice, his muscles had been torn apart, and he was fairly certain smalls bits of the bone in his forearm had been broken off.

His limb wasn't completely useless, but he couldn't punch with it unless he wanted to worsen the injury, such nasty wounds weren't as easy to heal as clean cuts, Loimos's attacks were anything but clean, in every sense of the term.

Even then, he applied a layer of black blood to the blade of a katana, the second one in his arsenal as he came swinging at the elite, imitating the movements he had witnessed before, mixed in with his own flair.

Seamlessly mixing his natural capability at committing untold brutality, the skilled movements that could be make heads turn and fall, as well as the utterly bestial maneuvers, Guorzo was once more surprised, but not as much as before, now knowing that his enemy was an undead made things much more difficult.

The elite focused harder as he felt a deluge of black blood pushing up against him, but in the end, his strength was greater, the storm ceased, launching the burning corpse right into the remnants of a carriage, which also went up in flames.

"If the arena was released, then it means that you're done for!" Guorzo breathed heavily, his lungs burning, his muscles aching, he hadn't been expecting such a challenge when he first came here.

He tried reaching for one of his bottles of booze, but they had all succumbed to the intense heat, he was out of stock.

"Oh damn- It?" his eyes widened. Continue your saga on empire

Why was a blazing figure walking toward him? A mask fell to the ground, turning to ashes.

A darkened skeleton loomed over the kneeling elite, most of its ribs missing.

'But the arena was released! I felt the experience surge, how-'

He tried getting up to his feet, he somehow managed, but it wasn't steady.

Murderous teeth moved, striking against one another with a sickening clack.

Loimos didn't look great, his bones were charred, his left arm was missing its hand, consumed when he held it forward to block the fiery breath, his back partially shaved away by the powerful raging hot winds.

But he was still standing, and as an undead, still perfectly able to fight at full power.