Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 171 Atop The Roof

Staring at the malformed shape lunging at him, the headmaster erected a wall of earth, destroying his office without hesitation as he forced his way through the ceiling and onto the roof, only to find that the mad dog of the Fin-Limiers was already there.

Hands on her waist, impractically large cloak dragged by the strong winds that had decided at an opportune moment to show up.

'Amongst those that stand a step higher than everyone else, only a few can be crowned with such lofty titles nowadays...' the headmaster's heart was beating too fast, he controlled his breathing to calm his nerves.

"If I may ask, who has put a hit on my head? Surely, I can offer up more than them" he attempted to be diplomatic, it worked more often than was believed, even with lunatics.

"Heh, the privacy of my clients is important, but let me tell you, you must have fucked up big time, it was a money pool, they spared money for a while to get you six feet under, don't know about you, but I think it's pretty telling" she flashed her teeth at him, grabbing hold of her cloak, swinging a portion of it in front of her, revealing two small crossbows in both her hands.

Conjuring up strong winds, the headmaster took control of the direction the many bolts shot at him, redirecting them right back at her, the creepy smile she wore didn't falter dodging them in the most minimalistic way possible.

'The crossbows disappeared...' just like everyone else, the senior mage was not aware of the true methods of The Death Dealer, acting with caution, he continuously backed away from her, conjuring up invisible winds to keep her at bay.

She easily broke free of his first crushing wind currents, demonstrating brute force unlike what should be expected of an assassin, forcing him to immediately put his all into spells only meant to prevent her from getting close, even then, she was not swayed easily.

With a burst of power, he began to fly into the air, trying to take the fight away from the academy, there were still plenty of students and teachers after all, he had to keep the bloodthirsty maniac away from them.

The conjured swords broke apart as per the mage's own will, turning into countless shards of sharp rock, shooting out at close range, somehow blocked still, the headmaster didn't let this failure weight down on him, repeatedly conjuring weapons of various elements, making them explode when still in his hands, throwing them up in the air, allowing them to remain motionless, looming over and threatening to come flying at the Fin-Limier at any moment, casting spells directly from behind her, but every damn time.

Without fail, the wicked woman would somehow dodge or block the spell, doing so with so much ease that it was frustrating.

Gritting his teeth, the headmaster steeled his resolve and infused his body to the limit, unleashing the level of power just above vertex, apex.

Literally running into the dagger pointed at him, grabbing the wrist of the despicable assassin, pushing his other palm right up against her chest, even then, she just smiled at him.

"Disappointed much? I am rather flat-" he unleashed blazing inferno, burning so hot for a split instant that it shined white, injuring his own hand by utilising the mana going through apex as a projectile, it exceeded the strength of his usual mana by a great deal, the know of his mana could not protect him from damage entirely.

The spirit's head fell down.

"-But hey, I think I am still pretty hot, ah, get it?"

"What the hell are you made of?!"

"I was just born different, built with the best parts available"

He saw the soles of boots appearing in view, covering the entirety of his sight, there was no dodging this.