Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 137: Divide And Conquer

The intense dread of death breathing right down on his neck made the guard tremble, he had had close brushes with it before, or so he used to believe, but it couldn’t be compared to what had just happened to him, death had stared into him, and he had no other choice than to stare back, he became well aware of what was coming and could only crumble, realising that that becoming a mangled up mess at the hands of Lady Syklon would be much better than death, he came to know that nothing he had ever experienced could even be compared to it.

Truly, there was no fate worse than death.

The dark whispers that reached him in that instant, normally, he would have disregarding the words of a creature such as this, but it offered a way to avoid the ultimate end of his existence, in that very instant, he trusted those words with his entire being, and thus, believing that his life could be spared in exchange of the measly life of his fellow, the dread was replaced with a cold composure.

Lashing out thrice with his blade without moving, he unleashed double the amount of mana slashes, despite lacking in the department of energy control, the blade art he had taken up and trained in for years at this point did the heavy lifting for him.

The only condition was that he had to perform clear movements corresponding the sort of slashes he wished to send out, also, by having the weapon art take the mana necessary from his own reserves, this allowed it to be much more devastating.

Loimos jumped off his shoulder as the scaled man charged right behind the flying blue blades, he analysed the weapon art in great detail, he had already attempted to imitate some in the past, to no avail, but that wasn’t going to discourage the carcass.

Battle arts were an interesting branch of power, they worked in great likeness to conditions and rules, based solely on a strict set of actions and prerequisites, most potent battle arts were jealously guarded by certain groups, making one of the prerequisites for the art to function be that the user be a part of said group.

This was the case for nearly all of the arts used by the people of Tochi.

Both of them sprung into action, both convinced that they knew the tricks each other could use perfectly, only one was right in their assumption. Continue reading stories on empire

Swinging at the same time, one’s blade shone with blue glint, whilst the other stopped midway, or rather, so it appeared for a split second as the mantle of flame was thrown off the blade, directly in the scaled man’s face, utterly thwarting his plan and forcing him to back off as fire licked his face.

This moment of weakness wasn’t wasted, with a swift motion, the lean man sliced off the sword hand of his friend before kicking him straight to the neck, knocking him out on the spot.

"The healers should be able to figure out what’s wrong with you" muttering, the man stricken by love for their lady knew that reattaching a hand, even after a while wouldn’t be a problem here.

The reason many competent warriors flocked to Lady Syklon was because of that, injuries could be healed easily and having her as an employer meant that one might be rewarded with techniques and such that she had accumulated with her obscene wealth, or maybe even be taught crumbs of her own battle art.

Completely confused by what had happened, the lean man still didn’t forget about the monster.

’Crap! I lost it during the fight...’

But Loimos hadn’t lost the living, landing on the back of his neck, a single bone spike emerged from the center of his palm, resulting in instantaneous paralysis and death shortly after.

And then, the rot consumed it all, leaving nothing but the damage caused in the struggle behind as the hand crawled away.