Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 314 Fear The Night : Find It In Darkness

To the west, there were two main fronts to be found, one had been taken completely to the undead's advantages, the ranged support to be found here was multiple steps above the rest, no living could even poke a finger out without being targeted with incredible accuracy, just a few knights of some sort had been dispatched here, if one could call those things knights, for they were just sentient golems turned vampires by the power of the silver blood.

The situation was terrible, but not quite as bad as it was on the other western front, where Antieeld was stationed, the commandant had been suspicious of something foul being at play here, well, the entire siege was foul by nature, the undeads were employing different strategies on every single front, ruling over the battlefield everywhere all the same, they could have just thrown their entire forces without any sort of cohesion or plan and done the same.

But no, they were experimenting various strategies on their own, that was what Antieeld had concluded, not only were they planning on stomping Tamaris, they were going to use this opportunity to do some tests.

Utterly despicable, and she was just waiting for a chance to make them regret this decision, or at least, she had been, as her attention was to be put onto something else at the moment.

Sparks flew, one knee onto the ground, one hand on the hilt of her sabre, one hand on the back of her blade, blocking two heavy blades, those twin weapons were somewhat shaped like the Tochian blades, although much shorter, with no pointed tips and significantly heavier than they had any right to be.

"Attention!

Enemy is within!" with grunt, she pushed herself away from this disadvantageous position and rolled back to her feet, her call was not for naught, but many were still taken completely by surprise, three other healers garbed in ample white clothes, tainted by the blood of wounded soldiers stood up, blades lashing out at soldiers all around, their honed blades making short work of the unsuspecting rank and file. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

All eyes were on the four people garbed as medical personnel, resulting in even more losses as soldiers that had been lying inert, covered in dreadful wounds, rose without sound, plunging daggers in necks, stabbing spears into guts, or shoving their fingers into the eyes of the people that had been attending to them.

"So Alizée really is undead pawn?" Antieeld remained cool-headed, more than just a little displeased about seeing soldiers get slaughtered by fellow livings, a vein subtly popping on the side of her forehead.

'Milo was right it seems, but where did they show up from? Disappearing completely is one thing, but infiltrating our ranks unnoticed? Especially such a colourful bunch...'

'...A Tochian human, a beastwoman of some sort of spider species, A Pezerxian woman and- A vampire? No way they could have just slipped in without being noticed...' putting the wonder of how they had gotten here aside, she analysed her surroundings attentively.

Four competent warriors, and many former soldiers turned into puppets by the strange concoction that had made Alizée famous, not only this, but soldiers that had not even been injured had suddenly turned completely emotionless as well, were they secretly injected with it too?

"Alizée is amidst our ranks" she did not need to elaborate further for her fellows to understand, and neither could she, the two were already upon her, a strong storm of sand went right over her, flaking her skin.

A flash of green, spitting out sand that had mingled with the blood inside of her mouth, Antieeld did not stand still, and guarded, her hilt of the enemy striking into the commandant's wrist.

An upward slash, Antieeld could see it coming, but her posture made it impossible to avoid effectively.

Her head was certain to be split in two, cursing inside of her mind, she still reinforced herself in hope that it would somehow function, the blade digging into the skin, hitting the bones, a mixture of blood and hair flew up, Antieeld's face staring straight up.

"Huh?"

Half of her vision gone, a soaring pain coming from her left eye, but somehow, she was not dead.

"Commandant! What should we do?!" one of her soldiers had pulled her back at the perfect moment, just barely avoiding death.

Looking back forward, Antieeld, rose one hand up, the soldier helping her get back to her feet.

Seeing something like never before.

Bringing her sabre up to her one good eye.

"You did good soldier, take a step back"

the stampeding of countless feet in unison, the brave war cries of countless.

A unified force, sounding from all around and nowhere at the same time, a light shine coming from the ground, an unknown emblem taking root.@@@@