Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 397 Declaration



Chapter 397 Declaration

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Some time after meeting with Loimos, Solast landed upon the soil of Belliste once again, having sent the youngling away as he was not longer required, the sun dragon knew how to communicate with all here on his own, and knew very well that he would not be lied to, he would have to visit all other continents as well, having not dared even lie by omission after the greatly veiled threat.

Solast was honestly surprised, he had been made to go right in line with nothing but words, this undead was no joke, the youngling had even puked right after the meeting had concluded, and Loimos had not even done anything extraordinary, in fact, even keeping himself subdued, not letting out any energy or aura, neither his presence, after taking a seat, he had barely even moved at all, truly, Solast could have been fooled into thinking that Loimos was just an ordinary corpse.

One could just feel something in his voice that did not put at ease for even a second, it was not normal, nothing living should be hearing that voice.

Sighing with all three of his heads, Solast knew that Ronarkatast would somehow find that interesting and intriguing, which was exactly why he had to make certain his lord would not meeting with the undead any time soon, by speaking with Loimos, the dragon was now sure with one hundred percent certainty that the dark storm was ruled by perfectly logical, keen-minded beings, it had only been a supposition before.

However, seeing as Loimos was the one picked to handle both conquest and diplomacy was an issue, one needed only logic to appeal to him, pulling on heart-strings that did not exist was a waste of time, he was impartial and according to the youngling, it was impossible to tell truth apart from lies concerning the undead, having described it as null every last word carried no discernible signification, meaning that he could have lied all he wanted.

Still, Solast felt confident, a being devoid of all emotions was deemed to thus be incredibly analytically and logic-driven.

Luck be damned, because the four lords that the dragon wanted to address were gathered right this instant.

"Perfect timing" his landing had already lured them outside.

"I happen to have just conversed with a high-ranked member of the undead, or of the black storm approaching... A certain Loimos, which I am certain you will get the pleasure of speaking with in the future"

"What was this meeting about?" asked Combuscrus.

The work on such a thing was done in secret, but required assistance of all four lords.

The knowledge and expertise of the north.

The manpower of the south.

Ressources from the west.

As well as the talent of the east, to decipher the properties of said ressources thanks to their palate.

"Glad you asked! It is progressing at phenomenal speed, with the time we have, we will be capable of refining the whole thing down to perfection, I doubt any undead will pass through or manage to leave a dent in it!" the pyromancer king was confident thanks to the ample amount of time at their disposal.

"That's the problem, the undead will get to Belliste faster than anticipated, you can thank Loimos for telling me ahead of time, it would have been a few days until I knew otherwise..."

"...He decided to use me to tell you that he was officially declaring the four aspects of the apocalypse on you, and was going to make a beeline for this continent"

"That is an odd way of saying that declares war on us..." muttered Jaral Cribler.

Solast breathed out.

"To be precise, he said that was going to unleash, conquest, war, famine and pestilence upon you, in this order, he did not appear to be a fan of unnecessary dramatisation, so I think he meant that literally" and with this Solast took off, having to relay the words of Loimos to the other continents as well as his own lord.


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