Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 746 - Operation Arid Soil Part Fifty-Seven
746: Operation Arid Soil : Part Fifty-Seven
746: Operation Arid Soil : Part Fifty-Seven
“Stop talking inside of my head!
What the hell are you?!” the living tried to shout, but silence was the indisputable king, right now, he had been forced into perfect silence, and even if he broke out of it, no one outside of the city would hear his screams, for the cleric of silence had already establish a veil that prevented all sounds from going in or out of this place.
Effectively, the warrior had no other choice but to fight on his own against an enemy he simply did not comprehend on a fundamental level, the unknown quantity made him shudder.
“Do not be afraid” even without looking at the cleric’s hands, he could still hear that chill-inducing voice inside of his head.
More spikes of the odd energy manifested above the intruder, five of them that simply remained firmly in place without the slightest of motion, with a heart full of fear, the living readied his shotel and began moving forward, not too quickly for he feared not being able to dodge the hovering projectiles if he did so.
“You can see my holy energy clearly, you have some potential- You should settle down and let me explain the grandeur of the church that will soon swallow all others” the man robed in white continued to preach to the warrior, but he refused to pay attention to the words slithering within his own mind and instead focused completely on channeling the pale blue vapour.
Worshippers of Watchful Undeviginti had the advantage that their patron sun actually cared about them, and thus, whenever they used the vapour to enhance their bodies, regardless of how good they actually were at wielding the vapour, the boost would fit their capabilities and enhance their greatest attributes, making them much better where they could truly shine, the overall strength of the enhancement wasn’t the greatest, but that simple effect allowed any and all arm-bearers and above to be much more effective.
The living gave it his all, aiming to cut down the enemy, at least put him out of combat with one powerful strike by burning through all of his reserves, as the warrior saw no way to win this fight more traditionally, he was at a greater disadvantage for every second that passed as he had no idea what his opponent could truly do.
“Die!” he silently shouted.
“Poor choice of words”
The spikes were set into motion, soaring through the air without a noise, the living barely evading them, grazed by a few, and pierced by one, but he ignored the pain and kept charging forward, swinging his blade at the cleric’s neck.
The invader did not make any attempt to dodge and merely stepped forward, the blade stopped before reaching its target as a bright barrier shaped like a perfect scabbard manifested around the shotel, and before the warrior could react- Engulfed in holy energy taking the form of a blade, the cleric’s right hand pierced right through the living’s guts.
“Be quiet, you are being blessed”
A distance away from the member of the Order Of Silence, standing right at the bottom of the flight of stair leading up to the solar temple, Ir’Houwl stepped forward, she had waited to see how that fight would go as the clerics, priests and such of the way of silence weren’t exactly well-equipped from combat, the aspect they focused on did not directly translate in enhanced battle prowess like for the ones of the Order Of Destruction, for example, but it seemed like she did not have to worry at all.
The basic priestly kit was well-enough to deal with a single arm-bearer and handful of unarmed warriors, it seemed.
It did not even take a ten seconds from when she began walking up to the solar temple until the doors to sacred ground opened up and two robed men stepped out, each wielding a sword decorated with their respective patron sun’s image on it.
The Prime Ersta’la was wielding an ida sword, whilst the Watchful Ersta’la was instead holding a ngulu sword, they looked down on the shadowy figure of Ir’Houwl, who simply unsheathed her stone scimitars and continued to make her way up.
“Why is everything so silent?” wondered one of them.
“Like I would know better than you, everything has been deathly quiet since that explosion” replied the other.
They exchanged glances before the follower of the first sun addressed the minor lord.
“You don’t seem affiliated with any of the five faiths, what is your identity, trespasser?” he asked, his expression grim.
Both of the Ersta’las seemed to be in their mid-thirties at the very least, with faces adorned with bushy beards and eyes that had lost the sparkle of youth. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
“I am Ir’Houwl, would you mind signing a little something for me?
Maybe I’ll consider letting the civilians live a few seconds longer if you do” she replied, and both of the livings frowned, not at the threat however, that sort of stuff was to be expected from someone who was invading your city.
“My, that is a one large woman- Djedefre, is that not your type?” spoke the Watchful Ersta’la with a grin.
“Focus, Khafra” replied the Prime Ersta’la, not denying the accusation and merely readying his ida.
Both channeled their vapour, as a portion of the stairs broke, the undead kicked forward, and arrived before the two livings, both instinctively swinging at the minor lord, only for their blades to sink into a crumbling sculpture of red sand.
The sculpture split into two and washed over the two men, draining them of part of the water within their bodies, both attempted to shield themselves and pushed away the red grains using their vapour, but the split instant it took them to put up a defence was already enough for a good portion of the water within them to be robbed.
“This… This is definitely not a power granted by any of the five Undevigintis…” spat the one in pale blue, turning around to block an attack from behind using his ngulu, but the sudden loss of water made him sluggish and slow to react, and a foot suck into chest moments later, throwing him down the stairs.
Djedefre seemed to be coping with the disorientation better, and swung at the undead, he had no idea whether they had been looking a decoy since the beginning or if she was so fast that they not noticed her slipping away at all, but used all of his strength from the get-go.
Well, all that he had available right now at least, which was far from enough to engage in swordplay with the minor lord, his blade was knocked out of his head, and the soles of boots quickly sunk into his face, sending him down the stairs as well.
Ir’Houwl sheathed her blades.
