Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 222 Into The Night

"arts, stats, energies, all of those are fine and all, but pure might and sheer instinct can often trump them, my beast blood has an additional property, it seems like you could do something similar when creating something from your rot, but with my blood to stimulate it, you should be able of calling upon the strengths of those that you have decayed..."

the night flier decided to demonstrate what he meant by walking up to his brother and slapping him square in the face, resulting in a loud ting of iron sounding throughout the ruin.

"vespertillo, you do this every time"

"as you can see, not very efficient, my dear brother has higher physical potency than me thanks to all his addons, if i want to demonstrate that i am the oldest twin by two whole seconds, i must channel the power of my blood, allowing me to add the full force of all that i have turned into vampires to my next blow, be they still around or not" he ignored the words of his brother as he kept on explaining.

ahool and a few other beasts that were most certainly of greater importance than the rest that endlessly wandered the empty halls of the underground, they watched with attention a scene that occurred everything either of the two gravelords managed to turn an actual person into a vampire of their blood, it did not lose its appeal even after countless years.

"of course, i am turned a lot of beasts, if i were to do that only with striking force, my hand would just explode on contact, one must learn the various strengths that can be taken, and learning to use multiple at once is the biggest challenge my followers have to learn, it doesn't even have to be physical, need to have a more robust soul?

use the strength of creatures with strong souls, that's a bit technical to do but you seem to have facilities in those sorts of things" he referred to loimos's one hundred percent undeath, even with concepts that should know neither life nor death.

after all a soul always remained a soul, it was no different when belonging to a living and when it finally departed from their lifeless body, there were some exceptions of course, but the skeleton had all of them, at once.

"do not yell in here, not everyone can regrow their head!" atsalinopalo covered his bat ears.

"no worries, i am not so brash, it is night right now, let's get up here for live demonstrations" vespertillo pointed up at the circular hole, the obstructions slithering out of the way, clearing itself of roots and branches, giving sight straight into the night above. explore more adventures at empire

grabbing loimos by the head, he extended his wings, a single flap enough to bring them just below the first line of clouds, the travel there strangely free of wings that should have torn the skeleton apart.

"i am not called the night flier for nothing, can you manifest wings to fly, or perhaps, glide around?" vespertillo remained in place despite his wings not moving a centimeter, using the same trick as nesferatu did to seemingly float in place, maintaining himself airborne by manipulating the blood in his body.

loimos had attempted to take flight on multiple occasions in the past, the possibility of aerial movements was one that opened many ways, but it had never ended with anything but an effusion of gore.

"well then, it is time to learn, fly loimos, fly!"

he just dropped the skeleton.

this was certain to be a poor optics for his bones.