Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 209 Snuff The Spark

"Behold! The visage of our forefather! The one who defiled the very gods! Who brought them to their knees, humiliated them!

The first of the unholy!" the leader of the smouldering heretics held a patchwork of a mask, its original colouring hard to gleam upon, charred black and molten, it did not appear to have any sort of feature, nothing at all, a blank slate for one to hide their true identity behind.

The man was holding it up like it was the most precious of artefacts, and of course, it was the only physical remnants of The Defiler Of The Holy, this object was infused with his lingering presence, the surface still so hot that the hands of the leader were melting.

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None paid attention to such a minute detail, the essence of the original flame that could burn the gods could still be felt from it, never had the fire in their eyes been so strong, so maddening.

"At last, we are going to unleash its power, I was blind to see what stood before me, first, I failed to realise that one of our lord's kin had approached us, and then, we all felt the soft glow, how disgusting! We are inadequate!" the audience of lunatics hung their heads low, unable of refuting his words.

"We failed at everything, but we still have value, and along with this relic, we will call upon one that can uphold the will of heresy! We-" his expression dropped, noticing a few mere dots appearing up at the edges of the carved bowl, without bothering to finish his epic speech, he clutched the mask, breaking it.

Erupting with the original heretic flame, engulfing all of the defilers as an unseen blade of wind cleaved the leader in half along the vertical axis, his body consumed by the ravenous inferno as well, forming a dome of impenetrable fire.

"We were just a second too late" remarked the halbardier, truthfully, they had just approached at the worst possible time, right when the leader happened to look in one particular direction, otherwise, he would not have begun the ritual at this instant.

The unknown being was still heating-up, but that could not be allowed.

The three unwanteds were still being blown away by the strength of the winds even from where they stood, even as Pierre-Ornée constantly pushed the heretical being well away from them?

"And this guy speaks of regular fights?! What the hell?!" one of them could not help but shout out, their teacher's every swing, no matter how small and minuscule was stirring up the winds destructively, the brunt directed at the flaming creature.

The ashes were being swept well off of this island, it was a wonder how the enemy could even withstand such blows, the answer was simple, it was not, but it's broken parts, it decapitated head, severed limbs and shattered sword was mending themselves at extreme speed, no matter how far the parts went or if they were ground to sand, they came back as good as new.

However, this constant recuperation slowed down the furnace, allowing the copper knight to flung it around, until he finally pushed him up in the air, right as they had arrived on the other shore, opposite to where the ships had landed.

Pierre-Ornée truly hadn't the slightest of ideas what in tarnation the thing he was beating up relentlessly was, just that it should not be allowed to ignite its fire as it wished, it wielded the defiler's flame after all, an inferno otherwise more dangerous than any other.

Bringing down his halberd as he and the figure were in the air, with tremendous speed, he launched it well into the distance, straight in the water, somehow managing to grab onto the thing's sword-holding arm, and unsheathing his side weapon, cutting the iron limb,holding onto it as the creature was sent deep under water.

The arm still moved, trying to get back to its main body.

"I'll keep that"

"Too dangerous for you to play with..."