novelzi Chapter 147 Learning
Chapter 147 Learning
The undead reached down and grabbed hold of another fallen blade amidst the ash, Guorzo hit the flying sword out of the air, aiming to meet head on with the undead before he could properly raise the sword.
This action cut him, for the battle art that protected him from arrows was specialised to prevent purely ranged attacks, and sword throwing wasn't exactly a typical action, although Loimos certainly made it seem like the opposite was true.
Pulling his bleeding arm back, Guorzo could already tell that he wouldn't be able to last much longer in this state, he had to defeat Loimos as quickly as possible, the undead wouldn't be able to get into position to defend quickly enough, he was certain of it.
That was assuming the sword he bothered to pick up would come into play, Loimos let go of it nearly as quickly as he took hold, letting himself fall forward, crawling right in between the living's legs.
Spinning around and kicking down instinctively, the elite could only see that the skeleton hadn't stopped in his tracks at all, and had gone to pick something amidst the flames, lifting up a smouldering carriage wheel, throwing it up in the air at his enemy.
Without paying any mind to the scorching inferno, Loimos retrieved whatever he could get his hands on, chucking them right at Guorzo, who could only run around to avoid the wreckages that he normally would have been able to block without much problems, however, the undead wasn't simply using his brute strength, he was also injecting death force into the objects he pulled out of the fire, causing them to release it when they crashed and shattered to pieces.
Death force used in this way was hardly a problem normally, but Loimos's death force was just as insidious as him, the closest living being was the elite, and the air was reeking of death due to the living's stunt from earlier, but mostly due to Loimos's massacre of the former inhabitants.
Capable of swirling through the air for a little bit longer than normal, the death tried to find entry inside of Guorzo through the wounds on his body, the living's instincts told him to move away despite not being able to see the death force, he could feel it reaching for his life.
"Even for I, once I had reached the limits of my talent, I had to partake in such activities to progress even further, although it was rather difficult to find anything challenging..."
He had applied this like a philosophy, and now, he was witnessing it from an opponent, Loimos was but a rookie still, only appearing powerful thanks to possessing the primeval rot and being an undead in every aspect of his being.
Loimos still had much to learn and much room to grow, Guorzo, got to be on the front seat of such learning, the undead's fist shot forward, the living instinctively bringing both of his arms to defend without thinking, the impact sent ripples all the way throughout his body, sending him flying back into the flames and even further into a home that hadn't been touched by the fire yet.
Both of his forearms blown apart, his chest caved in as he was feeling his heart beat faster and faster despite the damage it had sustained, trying to pump blood and maintain its host alive, it was all for naught, his body was growing colder by the second.
Guorzo weakly looked up at Loimos as he approached, the undead's right arm had crumbled to pieces, incapable of handling the enormous amount of power he unleashed, he could tell that even had he been in top notch condition, his arm would have still been destroyed without question.
Before wondering what exactly had happened, Loimos grabbed the elite's throat, digging his fingers in before ripping it out.
"Sorry..." a faint noise escaped Guorzo's lips, and then, death claimed him.
Loimos won.