Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 245: The Beginning : Reclamation

When night had fallen, when the attack on Bougliotte was set into motion, many other areas were also besieged by the forces of death, most prominently and brutally, the primordial desert of Pezerx was shaken, sand was flung into the air and shrill cries filled the empire after nightfall.

Emerging from the sand, ancient fortresses of the undead forced their way out, as if receiving a call from something greater, countless corpses rose from the sand of their own, duty was lingering above all undeads, fueled by death and driven by loyalty, all undeads of the desert rose, husks of centipedes instantly began massacring their living counterparts.

Oases went from green and blue amidst the yellow, to bright red amidst the yellow, the better defended cities only lasted a slight bit longer, their gates splintered and populations slaughtered, as for the capital city, they might have preferred to be attacked by the sand legions and their local creatures turned undead, approaching the city after the sun retreated, Faraday struck the ground with his staff, signalling his stationed troops to get into action.

A sea of reflective metal emerged as per his command, here, there were no orders to keep the cities intact, their infrastructures were abysmal in comparison to Bourgliotte, their walls and habitations would be torn down and serve as the foundations of new bastions.

For now however, time was at destruction instead of creation, without moving from his spot, Faraday manifested countless javelins, as a battle mage, the creations of these projectiles was the only part of this particular spell, their propulsion was to be handled by the skeleton himself.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Needing to be swift with their conquests, the javelins soared through the air en masse, the walls of the capital were pierced with terrible ease, going through countless homes and bodies, bringing pillars down and inciting a panic, the projectiles were unseen to the people, not understanding what was befalling them, panic ensued, running around like headless chickens, desert folks exploding into bits of gore and red particles left and right.

When it all stopped, everyone looked around, now all flat on the ground, having been enduring the whistling of javelins and falling rubbles for minutes on end, a man that had been grasping onto the hand of his mother opened his eyes, only to find a block of debris had fallen straight onto the back of her head, howling like a mad beast.

Many such scenes were occurring all around, the livings were in such shock, that barely any of them noticed the gates behind torn apart, the metal legions forcing their way inside the capital, destroying and killing all that stood in their way as they close in on the main attraction, where the current emperor of Pezerx was illegitimately ruling over these undead lands.

As much as the undeads would tear everything and everyone apart, the emperor was still a good hostage and bargaining chip to have at hand, as long as the dead did not execute a ruler, it would bring in the idea that the undeads could be negotiated with, and that the other heads of nations had no good reasons to be deathly afraid.

Or at least, he made sure that it looked like this, no matter the answer, the emperor would be detained.

"Will you spare my people if I abdicate?" she asked, her little crown shimmering with various blue gemstones.

"I will not, the only life that you can save is your own, all others will be exterminated regardless of your answer..."

"...But, as long as you live, perhaps your Pezerx could survive, not live on, but become something greater" Faraday saw a slight twitch of her eyelid, the emperor closed her eyes and sighed.

"Very well, Pezerx submits" the emperor bowed her head. Continue your adventure with empire

"That’s great to hear! You’re going to love it" Faraday casually blocked a strike from behind, a masked man wielding a pair of curved swords.

"I would like to order him to stand down, but I fear that my guards are fighting for their own preservation" the child-emperor apologised.

"You know, just because we’ll kill everyone, does not mean that all will cease to be, we are the forces of death, pledge allegiance to King Nitok, and I’ll be certain to kill you in a non-destructive way, would it not be best to keep your head intact and not lose some limbs after joining the right side of history?" his promise of greatness did not evoke many things into the guards, who equated death and undeath as the same thing, they were not wrong, but they were also not right.

Faraday walked up to them, ready to give this throne room a new paint job.