Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 271 Battle For Ircron : Imitation

Griar, Milo, Helena and Antieeld, the four of them against three minor lords, their teacher had went into some sort of half sphere with the fourth one, leaving them to challenge these powerful undeads on their own, the red-haired commandant stylishly unsheathed her sabre, bring it up to her face.

One art first washed over them with this movement, shrouding them into a thin layer of their own life force, a few other arbitrary movements came soon after, augmenting the students in various aspects.

Griar tensed up, even if perfectly healed, he could still remember the pain of the slashes he had just recently endured, he was itching to use his battle art on real opponents again, but perhaps this was a bit much, neither of those three seemed like a fun time, at all.

Milo eyed the one that seemed like a spell caster, aiming to take this skeleton with a burst-open skull down first things first, she had already shown to be able to buff others, circulating his golden mana, he was expecting to get messed up really soon, but he could not let that happen too quickly, as he would be swiftly transported away by the spell casted upon him by Rosemary, this spell was good, but it wasn't all-mighty, if they got killed in one hit, they would not be able of being brought back.

Helena was charging up a spell, reading the mana circulation of the three minor lords intently, only the one with antlers was moving her mana in a way that suggested a spell, the others simply stirring their energy to reinforce themselves.

Taking a step forward, Alkayne pointed his halberd slightly forward, speaking words in the death tongue.

"Glory to eternity!" it was an art, further strengthening his allies, but not himself, the zombie instead agitated cold winds, calling forth a bleak lightning, Antieeld was paying close attention to the zombie, the design of his armour reminiscent of that of the plague knight.

The third lord did not do anything just yet, but he was still the most worrying of the trio, he was much larger than the rest, and very much thin, garbed in torn fabric, his frail body armoured with custom made pieces, half mummified, half skeletal, he sported a small trail of petrified feathers, his corvid-like skull partly missing, revealing bright crystals within, hushed whispers and cries coming from within.

Leaning on a runed greatsword made from molten dark iron and stone, he seemed on the verge of leaping forward at every instant, forcing all to pay close attention to him, standing at odds with one another, the two groups were going to clash any moment from now.

Dust escaped the beak, sparks of lightning danced against armour and weapon, the pale green crystal shone, igniting hollow sockets with flames of the same shade, antlers brightening, revealing symbols carved upon them, so thinly, so exquisitely that none had noticed until this instant.

The minor lords held a special position, each were undeads chosen by King Nitok or gravelords, they were treated with the same reverence by soldiers and warriors of the eternal army as the lords themselves, for King Nitok hoped for them to one day achieved the rank of gravelord themselves.

Standing on his hind legs, his body shape awkward and odd, Prikrip's swings came out with the ferocity of a wild beast, but with the intent and finesse of a master swordsman as well, the postures he assumed with his misshapen silhouette still radiated the poise of a true master.

Stepping from behind a tree, Yuolrt knew the position of everyone already, a useful thing of expanding her pseudo-zone, she gave the order to the spirits to attack, having kept them at bay as they stacked up, the rate of apparition was set in stone.

She summoned pale roots from the soil, pitting herself against Helena, Prikrip and Alkayne were in a duo against the remaining tree.

The zombie reactivated his ability a distance away from Griar, shrouding himself in much more lightning than before, it seemed like his ability was mostly meant to allow for the calling of this necrotic power, the manipulation was not covered by it.

Both of the corpses tapped weapons, a sign of camaraderie and wish of good luck, they were used to working together, the smaller of the two standing in front of the larger, moving as one.

Stirring cold winds again, presumably another, or part of the same ability as the necrosis, cyclones of winds intertwined with sparks were sent out at the trio, their approach compromised by the corvid undead and his wide reach.

Antieeld summoned knights forged out of mana, the golems inhabited by created spirits, three of them took form, circling around the minor lords.

"Griar, do you remember where it was?"

"I do"

This short exchange was all that was needed, the livings went on the move, and the undeads completely discarded their little formation at once, putting the zombie up against Milo, and the corvid up against the other two.

True to his face, but not to his clear lack of bird-limbs, the larger undead leapt in the air, completely out of reach, slashes raining down.

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