Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 263 The Beginning : Approaching Dark

Milo had to think about this one, under the intense gaze of a somewhat angry, murderous swordswoman.

'What did David use to say? Ah yes...'

"Don't worry Milo, women are very easy to calm down!"

This statement was such a lie that Milo almost cracked up laughing right here and there, although it was not very funny that this was the one thing that came up in his mind in this situation.

"My left" he answered, and just as he had expected, his right arm was cleanly sliced right off, letting himself fall backward, Milo grabbed his disembodied limb as it came down, rolling backward.

She was coming for the other one as well, he heaved as sigh of relief as both he and Three had their attention taken upward, a small, stormy-looking circle was spinning slowly above them, a rain of swords falling from above, the swords all aimed at the swordswoman, falling endlessly at and around her, rising up dust from the ground as Milo carrying his own with his teeth, grabbed Griar and took off with the noble on his shoulder.

Multiple others of similar spells went off in the vicinity, seemingly targeting random spots, tearing the forest apart.

"Oh gods... I had never used magic while bleeding out, this crap sucks..." Griar felt lightheaded, yet, he was smiling, he felt like he had just had a breakthrough!

"To think, all was needed was to be severely wounded and come close to dying, did you see that immaculate swordsmanship? Lord, I am feeling inspired!" he grew silent as he passed out.

Milo could not respond on account of having to use his mouth to hold his still twitching arm.

He was not too worried, on account that Rosemary could regrow a lost limb even if it had been lost a while ago, so reattaching one was child's play, he looked over his shoulder, half-expecting for the madwoman to appear out of nowhere, but unknowingly, his earlier strike had dealt much more damage than he had assumed.

Emerging out of the woods, Milo almost slid right off a steep slope, engrossed in the sight beyond the outermost barrier of life, the undeads had brought out concerning troops.

None knew even the first thing about the capabilities of King Nitok, and that of the title of undead king, skeletal remains of truly enormous giants, calling these giants was not descriptive enough, giants of today were dwarfs compared to the being that were peeking over the mountains, worn out and cracked, they still held incomparable might for certain even then.

It was rather clear that no questions were allowed, only a yes, or a no. Experience tales with empire

"Yeah sure, we will be good boys" Bough took the lead, chuckling like a haunted doll.

Loimos stepped back into the darkness, disappearing completely from both view and senses.

Pierre-Ornée looked at his colleague as they stepped back into the barrier.

"We are definitely not going to allow any other surviving nation to fall like this, Starkefolten and Millipolo are our last remaining allies, the other kingdoms are being rebuilt by the undead" the halbardier shook his head, he counted their numbers in his head.

Him, Bough, Syklon and Rosemary made up the only ones that could contend with the strongest of the dead on their own, perhaps also The Death Dealer, but the assassins of the Fin-Limier were not exactly allies he could trust with anything.

Ohrn, the elder always following Storm Of Blade around.

Then, there were the elemental champions of Starkefolten and later arrived three champions that Pierre-Ornée was not very familiar with, then there were multiple students that had great potential, the disciples of Syklon that could perhaps do something, the otherworlders...

Archbishops and paladins of Millipolo, that sounded like quite a lot of powerful forces on top of well-trained and greatly equipped armies, but the undeads were countless, and had enormously powerful monsters that might be capable of damages beyond their imagination.

'Of course, we also have this thing in stock... But still, we are in dire need of actual heroes, as it stands, can we even hope of landing a scratch on their king?'

They would fight even without.

End Of Volume 2 : Messenger Of The Apocalypse

Start Of Volume 3 : Of Death, Of Life

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