Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 711 - Baggages

711: Baggages

711: Baggages

The battle had died down, the smouldering and demolished city had grown much quieter, only a single of the giant restless was still lumbering around, some sort of bear-bodied anteater that was missing half of its ten legs, currently, it stood upward with its highest remaining limbs spread outward, as though establishing dominance over the battlefield for being the only big guy still standing.

Quite a few restless were still moving around, searching the bloody swamps and crackling craters for any living that still dared to breathe and gathering the bones of their fallen fellows.

Up on the roof of the main building, which had collapsed in many areas, two figures were still standing a distance from one another, both covered in blood far beyond what should be possible, one garbed in robes stained red, and the other, in robes stained blue.

“How odd, it must be to bleed such a colour” remarked Alielil as she sat down, still bearing the exact same unblinking expression even as it seemed like she would be breathing her last any second from now.

The ending to the fight between the second-in-command and Maliah had been very amusing to the latter, but of an utter lack of wits or true skills, Alielil, understanding that there was no way for her to bring the assassin down without either tremendous luck, or assistance, neither could be counted upon, so she turned to her second step.

By all quantifiable means, it was exceptionally powerful, especially coupled with the effects of her first step, most would not stand a chance at all once it was unleashed, but in this fight, it had been a gamble considering that The Death Dealer was simply a monster, regenerating faster than any ogre or troll, and not giving a damn about clearly lethal wounds, now, a similar case could be made for Alielil, who was still alive even after inflicting so much damage on herself.

It was certainly impressive, and Maliah had taken a liking to the blonde, anyone that stabbed themselves over and over to win a fight definitely had her curiosity, but the utter nonchalance and absence of response to the pain had caught the assassin’s attention.

“We should kill some innocents some time- Alielil was it?

I am certain Loimos would love… Well ‘love’ is a manner of speech, bone-man does not love anything, he wouldn’t even love the sight of death itself coming to see him, dude is so dull… Anyways, as I was saying, I am certain that guy would love to have a living soldier like yourself around”

“Living soldier?

Is he a restless?”

“Nah, he is a skeleton with bits of rot that grow on him like moss on rock… I wonder if he could just have it grow to look like something else and just get himself a nice look?

That would be interesting to see… By that I mean that he is an undead like a restless is, but different sauce”

The blonde turned her head slightly, her soul weapon had disappeared as she could no longer maintain its existence, she still had plenty of soul energy Alielil had rather deep reserves of it, but her physical state and the loss of blood was just as bad.

“Don’t look at me with your wide eyes, the difference is that the restless are souls that use bones to make their bodies, and Loimos is just a corpse that grew from the ground or something like that, it’s completely different, trust me”

The assassin sat beside the dying elite.

“So what do you say?

I don’t know about how that Alistel lady did against the golden-marrowed guy, but even if she won, she won’t be to handle Loimos right after, that guy is a gremlin, he won’t give a damn that she’s not at her best, he’ll just bonk her over the head until she’s dead”

“Lady Alistel will never surrender, so she will never be a part of whatever ‘living soldiers’ are supposed to be… And I shall follow her”

“What a killjoy you are” hitting the elite on the back of the head with a quick chop of her hand, the Maliah picked Alielil up and descended the main building, earning a few stares from the restless before they figured out that she was the maniac, or so they all knew her as.

She walked through the battlefield with her baggage before running into a familiar face.

“Oh hey, you’re still standing?”

Xator turned his face-hole toward her and nodded after a few moments.

“Your accent and pronunciation are beyond awful, Miss Maliah” he commented, she might have managed to pick up the realm’s language but only very roughly.

“This girl didn’t say anything about it, be more like her, Xatar”

“It’s Xator”

“Just a different vowel, no big deal, why are you on the ground like that anyways?” she asked, the restless just lying on his back as though he was sunbathing.

“I have expanded what little I had left of soul energy to deal with the big brute, my bones are weak and feeble right now, I’ll just break apart into pieces if I move a little too quickly or put pressure on them, and considering that I am the only general who made it, I thought it would be best to stick around instead of waiting for the recreation we were promised would come”

“Makes sense, I guess” she left the restless where he was and instead went to fetch another good candidates to be a living soldier, although Malia hadn’t had the occasion to pay much attention, Aliata had dealt with a general and then with the big rib-flower thing all on her own, and more importantly, she wasn’t dead just yet.

Although one would be forgiven for thinking so, the redhead was laying face face against the ground and was drained of soul energy, one could barely even see her breathing.

“Heheh, those fuckers in the Emerald Realm are in for a surprise” she chuckled to herself, Maliah in person had been told not to enter, because she reeked too much of death and might actually be denied entry despite absolutely being alive, so she had to wait like the undeads for when the realm stopped being prejudiced against the mass-murdering undeads of the empire and just let them in.

Maliah noticed that the clashes between Alistel and Irlanx Xacobus had stopped, it didn’t tell much about which had won since they had gone far to have their duel, but it was clearly over.

Approaching the entrance to the main building where she intended to put down the two elites, The Death Dealer raised an eyebrow, she had never been one to be surprised by much, especially since she had made acquaintances with the pure undead, but what she was seeing was simply too weird.

Loimos, still wearing his living suit of flesh, walked out with a bunch of little girls following after him like he was their teacher and they were all going on a field trip.

“Huh… What are you doing, Loimos?”

“They are a new living caste of the vanguard” he simply stated.

“I see”

‘Seems like I have lived long enough to see Loimos using child soldiers’