Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 433 The Star Gazer

"Absolute fool you are, Erestel!" Sari's fine garments were sent fluttering wildly as the hand fell right down, bowing air and dirt into every direction, at least, he had not actually done what she had first imagined, it would have been rather unsightly to release it against an opponent he was not actually losing to.

The silver knight was facing more enemies than the grasping knight, but they were also weaker than Aramap, not to say that they were not problematic, the warking's guard were all experienced, rugged combatants who had probably seen more war than peace in their lifetime, although she may outclass them in might, even one of them would find the way to be a nuisance to deal with, so a dozen working together was akin to hitting a fly out of the air by spitting on it while blindfolded.

Dealing with crowds was rather simple for Sari normally, but she did not wish to hit her fellow undeads that were fighting all around, kindly allowing their lieutenants to engage the stronger forces, whilst their lieutenants prevented the stronger livings from engaging with the soldiers.

And her abilities harmless to undeads, had proven not very effective on the knights so far, thanks to her superior height and two weapons, she could keep them all at bay with relative ease at least.

'I can't just keep them busy...' however, Sari felt like she had big shoes to fit, not only was she a lieutenant of the vanguard, and had received Loimos's blessing through his awarding of the title of champion to her, but the moon-lit knight was also a practitioner of a special sorcery created by Loimos, just acting as a distraction felt like insulting all of this.

Thinking this, she circulated power through the sword held in her right hand, dark red flames engulfing it in a moment, whilst the other blade was engulfed with melting, pale silver, much different from the bright silver she wore.

The liquid silver quickly disappeared, seemingly soaked up within the sword, which Sari pointed downward, causing the weapons of surrounding livings to be pulled down as well, as though weighing quadruple times more out of the blue, this only affected their spears however, sidearms and armour where left untouched, prompting many to quickly give up, the one that was slowest to do so was met with the blood red radiance of Sari's blade.

With a single swing, unleashing this fire into a small pillar, singeing the royal knight through his gear, but not inflicting nearly as much damage as expected, but the adverse reaction to flames left him open, collecting power for her next strike, Sari hit the knight where the armour was thinnest, piercing his defence just enough for a small drop of blood to trickle out, this was enough for the flame, like catching onto oil, it grew in intensity and followed the liquid in, scorching the living from the inside, consuming all blood as it did so.

'That's one' she thought, the other knight already attacking, not distracted by their comrade's fate. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

The silver knightess went fully on the offensive, her blades and body becoming brilliant with various shines of ill-omen, pale silver, blood red, pale green, dark blue for the most part.

All seemed to be going well, Sari did not notice any of the knights being unaffected from taking a whiff of foetid blood.

Narrowly diverting a flying sword, one of them had been pretending exceptionally well, taking hold of the sword used by the knight that had been burned from within, and launching it with remarkable accuracy, had that not been stopped, the undead would have probably had a cut left right in one of her eyes.

Although thin, the slits of her helm were still a weak point.

'This one... Always seemed like a tougher nut to crack...' she remarked to herself, assuming a combat stance, both blades charging up with moonlight sourced from the many moons subjugated during the vanguard's approach, as well as from a certain mountain peak on the mainland.

They did not hold as much power as the ones associated with gravelords, but were most definitely easier to wield, on top of allowing usage of more simple attacks.

"You rotten sow! Stop with your spell casting and face me!"

"Now, such provocations won't yield any result..."

"Coward! Just like your general!"

"..."

"Alright then... I'll make sure you meet death with open arms..."