Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

But he just didn’t, and it was obvious why, the entire area would soon be covered in blighted blood, it wouldn’t take much longer before the halls began to truly begin to flood, the hunter could see that a wall of rot had been erected further behind the undead.

Loimos could fight without actually having to bother reciprocating attacks, he just had to dodge and run away until victory was achieved.

’They aren’t faring well on the other side either…’ although his fellow hunters of the dead also benefited from the fact that they weren’t going into this fight with the intent of achieving victory, only aiming to buy some time, they were getting pieced up, not a single one of the massive undead’s swings hadn’t resulted in someone being killed or being put out of commission.

Slotriig’s reach was simply much too wide, even the enormous hallways didn’t house enough space to allow the hunters to get a comfortable distance away from him.

Disembodied limbs were consumed into the back blood as the protection of life force wore off, accelerating the inundation, it was a battle of time, the leader could tell, that they had already lost this fight, had it been only the giant, they could have run away, some of them could have escaped.

Had it been only the one manipulating the rot and blood, they could have defeated it by working together.

There was no point in musing about what might have happened in another reality, the death hunter stepped back sheathing his blade, standing tall as he cupped his two hands together.

’The most problematic of the two is…’ he stood his ground, his resolution almost tangible, the wavers of his life force told Loimos enough, he sent a pillar of rot toward him, it wasn’t quick enough to stop the living from performing this battle art.

Death hunters were not all elites, but their dedication knew no bounds, men and women from all over the continent, even from beyond its reaches, no matter what life they had walked before joining, all of them could shake hands and face the common enemy.

Unfortunately, be it the life element, or life force manipulation, the most effective weapon against the dead was incredibly rare and difficult to wield, nearly every single one of them had no other choice than to resort to learning battle arts to cover for this.

The arts were for the most part, able to be performed by anyone, most only required spoken words and movements, though some of them needed additional conditions to function, or forced upon a price to utilise. Continue your journey with NovelBin.Côm

Such arts however, granted much more potency in return.

Still, even with arts, the amount known by the death hunters was little, the leader of this group only knew three.

’Life, defend from corruption’

’Life, grant me strength’

"Life, I give you everything!" completing the condition to activate it, the unnamed man felt his life force being sucked away, gathering into a powerful beam.

Loimos was reminded of the attack used by The First Seed back then, the old tree had been imprecise and slow with its own strike, but the power had been the real deal.

This one would hit him for certain, its apparition forced back the rot and blood controlled by the skeleton, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to block it and mitigate some of the impact in any way.

Loimos had to act quickly, but that was a given, for an undead such as himself, the question wasn’t about whether or not he could react, it was whether or not he had the capability of not being erased by this last ditch effort.

The skeleton grabbed his skull, detaching it from his neck, simultaneously manifesting some rot a distance behind himself, converting some of the blood.

Using himself and his death force as a shield from the life emanating from the rapidly approaching blast, he was able to maintain it, throwing his skull back and focusing his death force into the rest of his body.

The powerful art was slowed for an instant, having to dig through Loimos’s pure death and body, by then, his skull had already reached the rot, exploding and launching it well away.

The vibrant green beam went straight, ending its course against the surface of the dungeon, the hunter’s body laid lifeless on the ground, already being consumed.

It was a familiar situation for Loimos, nothing but his mostly broken skull left from him, he rose what remained of him up with rot, resembling some sort of nightmarish serpent from the depth, his lower jaw hung loosely.

He had won, thanks to his last experience with a living sacrificing himself, he hadn’t been caught completely off guard by the suicidal move, although that one had been rather quick to use it, his companions weren’t all dead yet, and he could have attempted to run away, his life imbued body and strikes would have allowed him to breach the wall of rot sealing this portion of the dungeon.

However, the leader hadn’t taken time to consider this option, he had no idea whether the two undeads were the only ones around, and he would have been right, many armoured undeads had been waiting behind the wall of rot and down into the staircase.

Instead, he had opted to put his life down to take down Loimos, whose ability to wield rot and blighted blood was simply too dangerous, despite himself not being that powerful, had this been an actual fight one on one, the hunter would have come out victorious.

Unfortunately, this was never meant to be fair, no one here, dead or living had even thought of such a notion.