Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 317 Fear The Night : Deceit, Deception, Trickery, Return To The Roots

The bright explosion of mana sent one piece of shrapnel right into the undead's skull, and against his body, right as this happened, the spells of every single spell caster present hit true upon his back, throwing him forward, right into the way of Milo, who was already back to his feet, concentrating his energy onto his fist, he pinned Loimos with a powerful strike, the rot weaved into armour did not yield, barely bending inward under the strength of the blow, golden mana tried to seep into the undead, but was quickly pushed away, the very mana seemingly afraid of being in contact with the undead.

Digging his fingers into the soil, Loimos pulled himself away, getting back to his feet, blocking a series of attacks from Milo, and as he struck back, Milo had to augment his body as a whole, thus making his attacks weaker than the first one, even if potent enough to budge the skeleton, they dealt no real damage, the chips piling upon Loimos were mostly due to Helena, the elemental champions and the talent holder in magic, Merno.

Loimos was standing amidst ruined buildings of Millipolo, not far from the flat lands created during the clash of world trees, the churches and cathedrals here were feeble and easily destroyed, but it was upon those unsteady structures that many of the livings were perched, casting spells in peace as the undead could not reach them, occupied by the close-quarter fighters.

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Each and everyone of them, he scrutinised, he analysed, he knew them all, their names, their aspirations, their skills, their links to one another, Loimos had done his studies on the enemy, as per Luminary Nitok had guessed, after his show of strength, after his triumph of Thanatok Ynigós, trumping all of his strength and power, Tamaris had dispatched a force to take him out, Loimos was the most dangerous of all undeads in their eyes, and this might be true on the individual level, based on his capacity to scorch the lands with death.

But judging death based on individuals was a foolish affair, this was better done upon the living, fractured and at odds with itself, only haphazardly strung up together when the knife that was oblivion was brought directly against their throats.

Death, and the undead however, were one and whole, all under the rule of King Nitok, Prince Of Death, only the unworthy that lived in death, and yet, they were but a plague brought by the living.

Life was ill with its own existence, death was ill with life's.

The mana in the air pulsed for a split moment, nothing dreadful, but that immediately put everyone else on guard, naturally expecting something else to come into play, Milo moved to shield Helena, whilst the wounded Menhirel got in front of the talented healer, Griar was ready to cancel Loimos's finely crafted art.

The undead also knew all about the young noble's art, Loimos allowed his art to be cancelled, which was practical since he had also put into place drawbacks once it was over, but by having it forcefully terminated, this was all gone, and he still had accomplished what he wanted, which was to move Milo and catch everybody's attention, get them to just look of to the two he was pointing at for a split second.

Rushing toward Griar, the undead passed by him, pushing him in the direction of the champion of sword, leaving only Hoffnu in the way, getting closer to the ruin the other champions were standing upon, he engaged the girl talented with the sword.

Her talent manifested in great power and finesse when handling this sort of weapon, as demonstrated earlier, it carried a certain pulse of power beyond the target of blade, she swung at him, blocking with his left wrist, the subsequent pulse went right toward the fragile remnants.

"Well shi-" realising that she had been duped like a little fool, she attempted to pull back as the ruin and her allies came falling down, Loimos was quick to slither his arm used to block and grab her wrist, ever-so gently, pulling her in for the top of her head to meet with his helm, being too short to receive an actual headbutt from him.

Without a care about what was happening around him, as rocks fell to dust upon striking his body, Loimos handled the girl like she was a mannequin, raising her above his head and kneeling down, the undead's knee waiting for the spine of a living to come test its durability.

The talent holder was not an easy prey to keep a hold upon, even if relatively easy to overpower, she was still powerful, her heel and free arm battering against his head, the clang of iron drowned out by the shattering of stone all around.

Without much time to let her breath, he brought Hoffnu's back down on his knee.@@@@