Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 310 Fear The Night : Best Front

"Quick! Quick! Get moving!

Get in formation!" like a perfectly timed machine, the instant the champion of life had been felled, the barrier shuddered, struggling against the might of the undead legion, the very second they began cracks began forming upon its surface, from the darkness, a three-fingered hand emerged, wrapping around the pyramid of brilliant life, tightening its grip, the entire thing creaking and squeaking under its grasp.

The lines of soldiers, thousands of them, saw visions of ruins, it had barely begun and it seemed like their lifeline was already on the verge of shattering, they hadn't even done anything.

The grasp of the unseen skeletal giant loosened suddenly, as its hand and arm suddenly bursted into fine bone meal, the glint of copper flashing by for a brief instant, landing at the forefront of the dazed soldiers.

Pierre-Ornée was with them, that's right, they had more champions fighting alongside them.

"Break your backs and snap your blades men! Only then can you hope to prevail!" from the back of the tight formations, someone bellowed words of encouragement, invigorating the soldiers with further bravery, or perhaps recklessness.

Unsheathing her sabre, Antieeld directed her blade at the encroaching darkness beyond the reaches of the barrier, giving a most simple command.

"Charge!" simultaneously, raws, of great trebuchets saw their content alit with bright flames, without waiting even a second, they were released, safely passing through the barrier, and landing amidst the corrupted soil beyond, against great fortifications that had been looming awfully close, the terrain was nothing like it use to be, the forces of eternity had built an entire citadel all around Tamaris, it was not a offensive force besieging a fort, it was like two castles waging war upon another, only that one was an enclave.

The plentiful heavy crossbowmen of all kinds, typically guarding the royal palace were all around as well, there was more than a single front to cover, the dead were not gracious enough to only give assault in one area, they held sovereignty over all beyond the reaches of the pyramid, the skies and undergrounds were particularly difficult places to defend for the living, and indeed, as the eternal night was momentarily pierced by the flaming projectiles, the sheer scale of the Prince Of Death's forces became easier to grasp.

"No wonder it's all just regular foot soldiers, they have basically unlimited amounts of them and don't even suffer any losses" remarked the halbardier, was there even a point challenging one of the greater undeads then? They would be even less susceptible to true defeat then.

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And indeed, no personal followers of gravelords were to be seen on the ground, only operating beneath and above, where basically no one could challenge them.

"They can't keep coming back, let's just crush them all over and over again!"

Bough's enthusiasm and optimism was certain refreshing, and after all, it wasn't like much else could be done here, the copper knights could only continue on fighting, pushing pressure off the regular soldiers, allowing them to gain some terrains, as death hunters carrying machinery meant to produce lifemist followed behind, trying to fight back against the surrounding miasma and death, which were only endured by the weaker warriors thanks to magical items infused with life.

The one that had been said to be the strongest warrior of the continent before, and the one that was said to be able to endure the pressure of a mountain tensed and peaked their attention was an undead bearing any sort of authority within the army finally arrived.

And it was not a general of no renown, neither was it one of the seven minor lords, there was no mistaking it, a gravelord had just casually stepped into the fray, hands behind his back, chin held high with a most smug smile upon his most disgraceful visage, pointy ears defiantly reaching much further than was wieldy...

Eyes glowing with the shine of a foetid light...

Nosferatu had come to see just how strong the supposed strongest was.