Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 149 Skeleton's New Clothes

Loimos had been left without a right arm, a lower jaw, pretty much incapable of using his rot, charred and surrounded by a smouldering inferno, also, he had lost all of his gear, procuring some swords would be easy, he still had a few bows intact as well, but he was in dire need of some protective gear.

Although, the main purpose of wearing clothes had always been to keep it hidden from his foes that he was actually an undead, they had no idea that their enemy couldn't grow exhausted and was lacking many vitals, or that pain was an obscure concept to him, right now, it would be difficult to keep the act going.

The undead also felt like he had just unlocked something as well, his death force was no longer the same, or rather, the way he was circulating was different, it seemed like he had just gotten an enlightenment in the middle of the fight, leading him to switch up his strategy and just land the most devastating punch he had ever hit someone with, it was potent, but it had also seemed like something else was at play.

His manipulation of his death force wasn't that good just yet, it had felt like his bones strengthened through other means as well, and that the death force reinforcement applied itself over multiple things in his arm, resulting in a killing blow, but also in the destruction of his limb.

He could not reproduce the second effect, but how to use his death force was now imprinted upon him, he could already tell exactly how to use it to achieve better performances, but first, he needed to recover his lost bones, his new mastery would quicken the process for certain.

Since he couldn't produce anything at the moment, he went and fetched what he had already created before and gathered it all, slowly manifesting it all into a cocoon of rot for him to get in and recuperate thanks to the production of miasma.

Hiding himself, it was surprisingly fast, way faster than it used to be, although he had done and slaughtered a lot of livings since the last time he had to do such a thing, but circulating his death force through his primeval rot and miasma also helped.

It only took him a full day to come back to peak capabilities, from there, he went and got rid of the various places he had turned into ghost towns, they had only been meant as potential traps, now that he had slayed one of the elites, it should come to reason that such an occasion wouldn't come again.

Sitting in a tree, hidden by the colourful foliage, Loimos was able to witness Abbanh, the spear wielder, leave alongside a large number of skilled-looking fellows, their life force matched those of what Loimos had deemed to be the upper-echelon of guards, those that primarily guarded the inside of the manor.

Abbanh first scoured the surroundings of the city, but Loimos was much further away than this, and using hands with high vantage points, he could track their movements as he wished, always staying completely opposite to their position, he wouldn't want to get too close to a skilled warrior like the elite, he would most certainly be detected.

The undead watched, observed as the forces slowly went further and further away from the city, judging by the numbers, only the lowly outside patrols, lesser criminals with little actual skills were left inside the walls, maybe with few of the actual guards, but Ohrn was also in there. Enjoy new stories from empire

It would have been preferable if the old man had gone outside instead of Abbanh, the younger elite's art was much simpler for Loimos to counter, his projectiles are small and thus hardly effective against skeletons.

The bright slashes of the elder were certain to take Loimos apart, but he would work with what he had.

He could go into the city and wreak havoc before retreating, but there was something better to do, Loimos had a great way to ensure that both of the elites would be very busy when it was time for the undead to storm the city, the manor and free his fellow.

Although, there was one thing to look out for, where was Lady Syklon?

The undead had no clue.