Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 250 The Beginning : Face To Face

Word was passed, and somehow, in record time, someone arrived to go and converse with the executioner, Milo went back to observing from afar, and it seemed like the king wanted to make an impression on the forces of death, Pierre-Ornée was the one that walked up to the undead, mimicking his entrance as he was also accompanied by two other people, only that the ones standing a distance behind him were Syklon and Rosemary, clearly, there was a difference in combat powers here.

The executioner was unfazed, no... Milo wouldn't say that he was unfazed, more like that he was wholly unbothered and could not be taken by surprise somehow, the farm boy felt like that even if the halbardier cleaved him in half, not even a budge would come out of this corpse.

He and the many that had joined him to gawk and observe the undeads were disturbed, like a sculpture had been put there instead of an actual being, and considering that this one seemed to be in charge here in the unprotected lands, he had to have his own agency and thoughts, not simply a mindless undead.

The two knights accompanying him remained stalwart, but one could feel their gaze directed at the living, unlike their supposed superior, who was staring everywhere and nowhere, gazing at everyone in detail, but also right through them, as if they didn't exist.

Being able to gleam so much by just looking at this guy was odd.

"He must be purposefully trying to unnerve us" Helena whispered, it made the most sense, Milo had been unable of noticing such details when he had been observing him prior to his arrival up to the barrier.

Meanwhile, to the right of both of them, Antieeld was laser focused on the executioner.

"This helm..." Griar realised and put a hand up on the commandant's shoulder, afraid that she might just move forward.

The young noble's remark stirred everyone's memories, indeed, this mobile cadaver had a most notable helm design, the visor composed of bar's, reminiscent of those on a cell almost, not a common one at all, in fact, only one person had ever worn such a thing.

"The plague knight...?" rather than furiously exploding, the red-haired girl went deep in thought, just as Pierre-Ornée began the communications, the undead seemingly intent on just standing there in silence otherwise.

"I am Halbardier Pierre-Ornée, royal knight, personal guard of his majesty, Agilulf Wanneck, king of Tamaris" he presented himself in full, expecting the same thing from the undead.

Without shifting in the slightest, he responded.

"Loimos, royal courier, messenger of his majesty, King Nitok, Of The Eternal Night, Prince Of Death" his voice was, unpleasant to say the least, the three powerhouses were unmoved, but the many people, even shielded behind the barrier found themselves in a cold sweat for a brief instant, like a bony hand had just grabbed their nape for a short moment.

Unconsciously shivering at the imagined coldness, the students wondered how a messenger could inflict such effects on them by just speaking, courier was a job unfit for a gravelord, but yet, he had called himself a royal courier, so surely that meant a certain level of importance...

It went without saying, Agilulf Wanneck had already ruled this out of the options, there was no capitulating, there was no giving up on their lives, especially when the end goal was nothing short of a global genocide.

"We shall refuse" Pierre-Ornée didn't even bother acting like it was a consideration.

Utterly impossible to tell whether it was within the expectations of the courier or not, Loimos just stood there, unreadable even for the three masters.

"In this case, let us see another time"

He swung his war scythe in the air, showing the banner attached to it in full.

"Halbardier Pierre-Ornée, it was our first meeting"

"Lady Syklon, Storm Of Blade, I see that the shade was not of great efficiency"

"What did y-"

"Rosemary, The Volcano Witch, Osworth bids his salute"

He spoke as he walked away, the two knights following after him.

Simply returning to his role of overseer for the construction of the fortress without giving any sort of attention to the three livings, who seemed a bit livid at the moment, the dots connecting.

Still, this was all provocation thrown to an unknown end, so everyone just retreated inside of the barrier, they needed to prepare, for compared to what everyone would have liked, the undeads would not ignore them for much longer than a pitiful month.

They would have to fight back, be the first to strike.

Which was most certainly what the dead wanted, but what was there to do? When your enemy's wishes and the best course of actions available to you were one and the same?