Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 704 - Exchange

704: Exchange

704: Exchange

Across the entire battlefield, the sight of yet another gigantic sphere of congealed soul energy made the livings shudder, there was no refinement and no cunning behind such an attack, just pure brutality and destructive potential, it was an omen that you end was near, and yet, just like the first, this one broke apart and dealt no damage whatsoever.

The lesser warriors did not realise who or how this was, but it filled them with determination, they were not helpless against the enemy, although blue blood coated the city, forming a sanguine swamp in which the disembodied limbs and heads of fellows, of friends floated upon, they fought on for their enemies of bone weren’t faring that much better.

Countless bony remain were present across the scene of carnage as well, the flow of ambient soul energy felt almost suffocating to some, but no one caught in combat faltered, soul weapons clashed with the durable bodies of the restless, and soul beasts struggled against their undead homologues.

They kept going as the blood of their fellows began to evaporate, sign that their leader was going all out in the distance, even from so far away, the strength of her second step was causing the temperature to rise to a dangerous degree, and as though challenging the tyrannical might of Alistel soul flames, it was then the twisting pillars of flame erupted into many directions.

Blasting through the air and few still standing wooden buildings, Aliocen was sent crashing through the ground floor of the main building, quickly rising up with part of his face scorched black, even with such a nasty wound, his soul energy refused to ignite and cause him to perish.

Half of his torso had received an even worse treatment, yet, the elite did not seem worried.

“Ah!

Was that big explosion your best?

It barely tickles” naturally, anyone with the gift of sight could tell that he had taken serious damage from the attack and had received a serious beating by being flung across the city, but Xaltar was truly shocked, as even these were definitely considered light injuries compared to what hit him, he was caught near the epicenter of the explosion and should have inhaled some of the gas before it went off.

Aliocen was still standing however, and ready to continue fighting. freewebnøvel.com

He held out his greatsword forth.

“Wrath”

And like this, the blade transformed into a two-handed mace, its head round, all of the weapon forged out of a reddish metal.

Xaltar had already fired another swirling pillar of blue flames, but the surge in strength caused by the activation of Aliocen’s second step pushed the spiraling inferno, halting its course for a few moments, meaningless as the living rushed right through anyways, the twisting flames parted, snuffed by the sheer acceleration and power, the restless seeing the mace’s head, nearing his skull.

Narrowly propelling himself away, and into the air, Xaltar brought both of his open palms together, using both to push out a powerful stream of flames that fell right upon the living, whose strength seemed to soar once more, his weapon breaking through the air, aiming right for his opponent’s hands, who was barely reactive enough to create small blasts to part them apart and evaded the powerful strike, the air was displaced and the restless was thrown around, still managing to land on his two feet.

The mace already falling down upon his position, forcing him to continue retreating, all attacks seemed to have no effects, only further enhancing the living’s incredible strength, as his mace fell upon the ground, the city quaked and many buildings that had escaped the onslaught of destruction until now simple crumbled down as the earth was partly split by the pure brawn of that singular strike.

‘So here it is- Here it is!’ Xaltar found it appalling, that a foul creature that dares to live still could wield such immense power, unleash strikes comparable to miniature natural disasters and not only resist the destructive might of his soul flames, but grow more powerful as he was struck.

‘It’s alright to turn this city into a crater if the livings are destroying it themselves, right?!’ the thought was directed at no one but himself, having already decided for himself that it was reason enough to unleash excessive force and render everything to cinders.

Moving through the field of war and slaughter the city had become, Xaltar and Aliocen both fought one another as though no one else was around, so many flaming attacks were unleashed that the restless’s own claws were beginning to show signs of wear and tear, whilst the living lashed out with his mace without consideration for the weaker warriors that would be caught in the crossfire.

But unlike Aliocen, who had allowed his second step to nearly completely overtake him, Xaltar was not nearly as consumed by his desire to destroy his enemy, he would make sure that Aliocen would die today, but satisfaction would be brought even if he wasn’t the one to do it…

As the general pushed himself through the air to evade another strike that threatened to shatter him entirely, his back hit something, bones struck against one another and he was quick to realise who the soul energy he sensed behind belonged to.

“Need a hand?” spoke Xator, his singular socket still staring right ahead.

“How about you?” replied Xaltar.

But before the two generals could exchange more words, another voice rang out throughout the battlefield.

“Aliocen!

Switch!” Aldaii used Siften Steppe to appear beside his fellow elite, who’s eyes seemed to glimmer with understanding despite the rage that he had let take reins.

“Have fun with the fire-guy” and with these words, Aliocen grabbed Aldaii and chucked him right through the air like a cannonball.

“His first step creates an illusory arm and weapon, the real one is invisible” warned Xator, as he let Xaltar do the same as Aliocen as just did, throwing him out the way before Aldaii crashed into him with both feet forth, taking them both further onto the ground.

Xator didn’t need an explanation for his new adversary’s ability, this living was clearly all strength and nothing else.

He launched five claws of his stagnant soul energy forth, knowing that with the heavy burns on his body, even a small contact should be enough to get it to work and infiltrate the living’s energy flow.

And like before, Aliocen saw no need to evade, swinging his mace through the projectiles, kicking off the ground with enough force to shatter it, Xator pushed himself to the side, enduring the raging winds Aliocen’s mere swing caused, it was like the elements and the world itself was desperately trying to get out of the way of his strikes.

But the restless held himself in place, firing a concentrated bullet direction from the source toward the large burn on his opponent’s chest, striking true, which was a nice change of pace compared to Aldaii, but to his surprise, the stagnant energy failed to function and the force behind the attack didn’t do much more than an insect’s charge would have.

Bringing both hands up, Xator coated them with energy as the mace swung right for him, knocking him back, not into one of the buildings, but into the very wall surrounding the city.